How to exist in the US without valid ID It isn’t easy. We were in Denver at a bar with an hour to kill before we needed to head to the airport for our red-eye to JFK when I realized that I didn’t have my ID. Or my wallet at all. In the winter I generally keep it in the inside breast pocket of my leather jacket, which I wear everywhere. Except on trips. Then I wear my waterproof shell. I’d come home from working late at work and had to finish packing and head up to Denver with only…
Much has been said by much smarter people than I about the idiocy of the TSA. There’s some vague evidence that industry groups are finally starting to realize that it’s likely the entire industry is being harmed by the incompetency of the U.S. government. But, I think, that’s only part of the problem. Once the traveler gets past the TSA, there’s still an onslaught of harassment he must suffer, much of it at the hands of the airlines themselves. Yet people are still flying. The airlines are making money by treating their customers like shit, and while there’s much complaining,…
This time, Noell got married. There aren’t many people for whom I’d hop an airplane and fly cross-country just because they sent me a wedding invitation, but Noell is one of them. Sydney feels similarly, so Sydney, Jonah and I split a hotel room and rental car. Sydney got in a little late, and Jonah and I got in a little early, which means we got there at about the same time. Sydney met us at the rental car counter, where she realized that she’d declined insurance and listed herself as the only driver of the car. She doesn’t have…
We’re off to somewhere. First stop: Breakfast at the Brown Burro. Then, who knows?