Ahhh⦠home again.
Travel is wonderful (Iâve always loved it), but it’s always nice to return to those familiar little things, like oneâs own quirky shower settings, or a bed that gives a full nightâs sleep.
Tonight, Iâm especially glad to be home â because until we were actually on the plane leaving Boston, I wasnât certain weâd be allowed to board. In fact, I waited to write this blog until after that very fact⦠just in case.
You see, this Thanksgiving, we got our first âup close and personalâ? introduction to the Department of Homeland Security â in the way of the âNo Fly Listâ?. Nope â wasnât me. It wasnât my husband, either. Instead, it was the little urchin I gave birth to nine (plus) years ago. Our daughter.
Iâve read about this kind of silliness many times: sombody’s little infant or child who was on that infamous list. It has always been an academic exercise prior to now, but I can hardly express how bizarre it was when the ticketing agent at the airline showed us – right there on her computer screen – why we were having such trouble getting boarding passes.
The good news is that there are humans who are apparently empowered to look at a small child and see that she is obviously not the person the government fears. Even better news is that the agent’s judgment apparently carried over to the return trip, and we didn’t have to repeat the exercise.
The bad news, of course, is that we had the problem at all â and next week I expect to get âup close and personalâ? with a Senator or two.
Yup â I still love to travel, but tonight weâre very glad to be home.
Traveling the "No Fly" Way
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