<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div>The trip with Jaclyn is enjoyable.  She shares tidbits of her past and her philosophy.  She explains about boorish airport behavior and paranoia.<strong>“It does seem that paranoia has infected society—security is one.  Raise fears, herd the fearful, all for some odd purpose.”</strong>I shake my head,<strong>“Don’t get me started until some time with drinks and when we can plot to fix the world.  <em>Hee-hee!</em>, but I do think that instead of just ignoring, chipping away, confronting is important.”</strong><br/><br/>We turn back to where we were coming from and I notice frowning security.  I explain to Jaclyn, in a quieter way “Never had a problem on a rugby field, weaving my way around, but at just the right or wrong time, I seem to accidentally step on toes, things like that, and it’s always the boorish ones.   Of course, I apologize.  I am rather large and awkward, . . . when I choose.<em>Hee-hee!</em>”<br/>