Greetings from the Orlando US Airways Club. FYI, the Orlando International Airport is requiring everyone passing through security to remove and “scan” their shoes ... an action I've not seen elsewhere for a very long time.
I suppose they’re worried about Reid v 2.0? Do they not know about this? I’m all for the highest security possible, but about this, I really have to wonder … wonder about what they’re looking for, the efficacy of the search, and in particular, the smell from the black tasseled loafers of the gentleman in front of me. The whole scene was like a huge game of Smelly Shoes, but without the good sensibilities of public television.
All bitching aside, though: safety first.
I just recieved word about this. It's sad news; I'll miss Marc Andrew McKenney.
Update: FYI, the more I think about this, the more bummed out I get. Marc was truly a great guy.
My time in Orlando coincides with this. Who knew? Maybe I can find my wife the male friend she's been seeking. Note to self: If wearing a red shirt to the airport on Thursday, be ready to offer explanations … not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course.
Well, THIS is certainly presidential. Sure, it's in the tradition of others who held the same title ... but they weren't sitting Senators with larger political aspirations, either. If you just have to read more, go here.
Hello from Orlando. The flight down was a peach ... easy, but behind me were two 50-something guys ... "above the belt" guys ... whose drawl and volume only increased as the beers kept flowing. They didn't look like anyone named Bubba, but I still felt like I was on the infield at Daytona.
And now that I'm in Orlando, I'm staying here. This hotel is an entirely self-contained world ... all the stores, restaurants, and rooms you could want, securely contained within a glass-enclosed atrium. It reminds me very much of this. You'd think it was very Boba Fett, but it's really very Bubba. Stay here ... and never leave (except, that is, to catch the bus here). I wonder if the guys from the plane are in the room across the hall.
I know this sounds snooty and cynical. I should look on the bright side. It is warm. It is Florida. And as my bride told me earlier, it’s not here.