My sister has a fake knee and has to get checked over every single time she goes through security. She tried at first pointing to the obvious scar, but now she just accepts her fate.

My sister has a fake knee and has to get checked over every single time she goes through security. She tried at first pointing to the obvious scar, but now she just accepts her fate.

My dad gets the same treatment. But I think he's okay with it because it gives him the opportunity to use one of his favored lines: "Who knows what evil lurks in the knees of men?"

I'll have to tell Mona that one!

For about two years, I got searched for explosives every single time I went through the New Orleans airport, which was at least four times a year, sometimes five or six. I never got searched on the way back to NO, but I did get searched every single time I flew out of there.

I watched a security line for a while at one airport (while waiting in line). It seemed like the randomization was "whatever person is next in line when we finish with the last person we searched."

I had my bag searched on the way to Seattle, but not back. And on one flight they were checking people right before they got on the plane. AND, while waiting for my flight from Denver to DC, they came through and checked two from random people's liquids-and-gels baggie, and they did check mine.

I unpacked the night I got home ... boring, yes, and I did some laundry the next day.

And, in re the hugging - I'm usually skittish about being touched, but with the Buffistas? I'm not. Says something about the group, or at least my reaction to you.

It seemed like the randomization was "whatever person is next in line when we finish with the last person we searched."

That's random enough, I guess. The security gate had just opened when I went through, so I was probably picked because "We're ready now! Who's next in line?"

Fortunately, that wasn't the only groping I got all weekend.

Me, I usually don't unpack for days and days. This time I unpacked by dumping my bag into the washer and digging out the shoes.

The next installment of my Seattle post is up, now with 300% more F2F action!

And, in re the hugging - I'm usually skittish about being touched, but with the Buffistas? I'm not. Says something about the group, or at least my reaction to you.

We are special.

Had a lovely dinner last night with amonster, Hil, Sparky, her DH and KALLIOPE!!! Who was a bundle of baby joy. Went to a really good pizza place in Takoma Park. They were new, so getting their restaurant legs, but our server was very earnest. Had good food, then back to Sparky's for chat and Kalliope needed a little special mommy love. As they like to say "she's a good little eater!" As always, a wonderful time had by all!

BTW, Vortex, you should have insent from me.