Cathy in the Wright

Slipping in under the wire

It’s after 11 p.m., so I have only a few minutes to conjure up today’s substitute blog. I'm late, because The Chairman and The Governor spent last night and part of this morning with us, and we drove them to Twin Cities International Airport for a flight to Colorado to join the in-laws and The VP’s brother and his wife. Then I spent several hours in charge of The Cap, 7, and he wanted to go frog hunting in a local nature preserve instead of watching the Cartoon Network, as God intended. I ask you, aren't those reasons enough for postponing any other activity?

The airport made me feel as if I were in the "Twilight Zone." I haven’t flown since before retiring in 1999 and was a bit open-mouthed by all the changes … computerized check in and, of course, everything arranged around the security check-in lines. Reading about these changes may give one knowledge, but seeing is what provides understanding.

I especially noticed the legions of jacketed and tied businessmen who were huffing and puffing into and out of the terminal while I was clad in T-shirt and shorts. Looking at them, I thought about a New Yorker cartoon of many years ago. A hippie and executive pass on the street, and each is reflecting, “To think, I once used to look like that!”