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Back after a whirlwind trip to the states, this time to Virginia for my grandmother's memorial service. Highlights include taking a boat ride around the Chesapeake just like we used to every summer when I was a kid, going to the local oyster festival and gorging on oysters that went straight from the Bay --> the campfire --> my belly, and feeling like practically everyone we ran into knew my grandparents. My dad plans to retire in the same area, so there's a nice feeling of continuity.
In yet another display of how far the TSA goes to protect our nation's borders, they almost took away the can of pumpkin pie filling and the two cans of Tony Chachere's cajun seasoning we were bringing back. Fortunately he was a biker, and decided that since we ride too we must be good people. (We rented a harley for the weekend, so we were in our bike jackets). I feel safer now, don't you?
In yet another display of how far the TSA goes to protect our nation's borders, they almost took away the can of pumpkin pie filling and the two cans of Tony Chachere's cajun seasoning we were bringing back. Fortunately he was a biker, and decided that since we ride too we must be good people. (We rented a harley for the weekend, so we were in our bike jackets). I feel safer now, don't you?