pat down

So apparently ordering a ticket at the last minute for cheap via Priceline to go visit your grandmother in her final hours can mark you as a security threat, requiring further pat down and pawing.

Because you know what frugal spontaneous devil-may-care characters those terrorists are.

To their credit the TSA guys were awfully compassionate when I explained to them why my luggage was overpacked with things like framed pictures and a lovely hand embroidered shawl that still smells, even now smells (oh that it always smells) like my Nini.

Headed home. Sonoma on Friday for the funeral.

Posting by cameraphone from the Phoenix Sky-something (Harbor?) Airport.