Monday, April 11, 2011.
We left the house at 7:08 am and arrived at our hotel, the Hyatt Summerfield Suites, in Fort Lauderdale almost exactly nine hours later. It was a routine trip except for Stew's being patted down at the Phoenix Airport. He had already taken off his coat, jacket, belt, and shoes to be x-rayed along with his luggage, and he held his glasses, dark glasses and pen in his left hand before submitting to a full body scan. Then he was whisked aside to assume the position—arms out, legs spread. The scanner found his wallet and passport pouch, both of which he examined closely. Then, running his plastic-gloved hands up Stew's leg toward the crotch, he discovered a suspicious bulge, which turned out to be a handkerchief and two sheets of Kleenex. Nothing was in Stew's rear pockets, so the scanner gruffly concluded that the 76-year-old was not a terrorist. I know that we feel a lot safer now.
Remember...few blog entries during our 16 night cruise to Barcelona.
