<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>Peter Warcaof</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>CGDA Benefactor</strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div><br/>We drive via uber and arrive at the airport well-fortified.  Dogs and Orangina, bravo!<br/><br/>Jaclyn walks through the security maze in all her elegance.  I nimbly lumber.<em>Hee-hee!</em>The security drama-play is there for all.  Pass here.  Take shoes off.  Yes, you’re safe.<em>Hee-hee!</em>We’re no safer nor in more danger without the drama check-in.  Oh well, only a harmless waste of time.<br/><br/>I decide that being in Jaclyn’s wake for traveling is rather pleasant.  All these luxurious rest areas and lounges.<br/><br/>We finally board the luxury airliner and I stretch out.  Jaclyn looks tiny in the first-class seat.  Not so much me.  I fold my hands over my chest and soon I’m sleeping.<br/>