I am sitting in the salt lake city airport, trying to survive a five hour delay. We plan on starting to drink very soon, that is if we can find anything stronger than sarsaparilla in this saintly town. On our way to points north and jellystone park to find picnic baskets.
The security was more intense than ever, the TSA now requiring you to even hand them your wallet. I also had to submit to the most intense full body scan I have ever undergone. I made a little comment about the new police state, which they apparently overheard and got to meet some of the more senior level security people. It is possible that I have been fingered as some sort of a bad apple.
We inquired about renting a car and tooling around the place but were informed that most of the places of great natural beauty were beyond our geographical and timely confines. so I will sit here and write and read my book, a collection by the great Portuguese author Antonio Lobo Antunes, The fat man and infinity.
I don't normally agree with the conservative columnist Debra Saunders but I had to laugh at her column this morning where she opined, and I paraphrase, that Obama is cool with bombing and incinerating terrorists and American citizens, just as long as they aren't water boarded. Even John Yoo is laughing at the hypocrisy of this administration.
I looked in the mirror this week and noticed that I have suddenly gotten old. My hair has a fine sprinkle of silver all over the top that was not there a few weeks ago. My cancer surgeon accidentally cutting a nerve on the left side of my stomach during my kidney removal and I now sport a misshapen hump on my left side. Thankfully it doesn't do a Marty Feldman and switch sides.
Anyway it is weird how suddenly the systems fall apart. New pains to wrist, knee, ankle and various other spots. We went over to our friend sheebz and she wanted to know what was in my hair the other night. Nothing I said, it's just gray. She wants me to start coloring it. Also complained about my driving, syntax, spelling, grammar, and a host of other personal ills. Said I had a bad haircut and probably bought a cheap jacket.
I am writing this on Leslie's new iPad. For some reason it is not importing photos from the iPad. Of course the new devices have no manual, users expected to be intuitive and smart enough to be geniuses right out of the box. Hope that I can figure it out so that I can send a nice shot or two from the Tetons and Yellowstone.
Supposedly hot as hell back home. Take care, all.
