Comforting info from the T.S.A.

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As we walked through the DC and Houston airports today, Jack waved and talked to every policeman, security officer and T.S.A. agent he could. One told him where his bullets were stored -thrilling- and another shook his hand. Then we started to talking to John, a Houston T.S.A. agent. I said, “do y’all attend police academy in order to serve?” His response: “Hardly” with a chuckle.

Now really, after they frisk your babies, throw out your water, toss your homemade jam (yes this happened to me last time), does it make you feel more or less supportive of these stringent (ridiculous) rules to hear that any Joe off the street can be a T.S.A. agent?

Just because I'm out of town....

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…doesn’t mean I won’t be cooking. although it probably does mean that Tom won’t be eating as well. My parents celebrated their 38th anniversary yesterday, so tonight we are going to cook a delicious meal together. Mom told me to plan it, so I chose: Susan Spicer’s Mediterannean Roast Shrimp over Risotto Cakes, celery and Granny Smith remoulade, Claudia’s Moroccan Carrot Salad (my mom cannot get enough of it) and some gorgeous bread and dipping oil. Mom has some big plans for Veuve Cliquot and an Italian red she and Dad have been waiting to enjoy. Who can turn any of that down?! Thank god migraine left around noon today so I can enjoy.