Always a bottleneck for me – packing. A new strategy – be in bed by 1:00 a.m. instead of 3.  Then rip my heart out, pretend I’m just going to the drugstore and tell the dogs “be right back…”  in three weeks.

First leg, Columbia airport. Check-in. Waiting for my bags of cameras and L-ion batteries to pass X-ray checks:

The guy in front of me finished, then turned right instead of left, walking toward the X-ray area instead of the waiting room. TSA interception. Would he have been shot??  TSA staff:

“What just happened!?”

“He was lost”

” But what was he doing?! . . . . “

“He turned the wrong way, I just told him to go around the corner.”

” . . . Schuyler had his hand on his pistol.”