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Sunday, April 14, 2002
11:01 PM: [#] [0]
flew home today. brian drove us to the airport, whereupon i discovered i had left my wallet at michael's house. grrr. michael gave me $15 (after brian's urging), but of course, the major issue was my driver's license, because airports now want to know who their terrorists are, even if they can't stop them (sorry; editorializing). anyway, it turns out the no-identification issue really isn't a big deal: "you'll just get some extra screening." which, in fact, did occur: my carry-on bag was specially x-rayed, and when my boarding pass was taken she did a double take and sent me to the metal-detector-shoe-removal line. it was only once i had gotten to lax that i got seriously harassed for not having an i.d.: "well, how did you get here, then?" three people, four phone calls, 10 minutes, and innumerable computer checks later, they finally let me on the plane. "do you have a notebook or something w/ your name on it?" i didn't, but i had my palm pilot's owner info, which i showed them and it seemed to be enough.
it was a bright blue blustery day when i left portland; when i arrived in carlsbad, it was cloudy, chilly & still. odd, that. once we hit l.a., it was like flying over antarctica -- the clouds were so uniformly even & unbroken, it looked like a frozen wasteland.