The Joy of Flying

In order to "whisk" myself away to this little slice of paradise, I had to endure quite the gauntlet.

Newark Airport is a reasonably modern airport and VERY busy.  That must be why they haven't had the time to put clocks in the concourses to keep harried travelers informed.

And, of course, there's Homeland Security.  The very definition of wretched excess. They steered me into the line with those twirling machines that show off your whole body, but typically, the line was at a standstill.  When their backs were turned, I simply slid over to the normal X-ray line and zipped through.  

In either line, it's still no shoes, no belt, no wallet, no combs even: just you & your clothes go through.  If these new machines are so good, do tell - WHY can't they tell a comb from a weapon?

But there's hope: if you're over 75, you don't have to take your shoes off!