Road Again

As in, "On The". But sung in a minor key to enhance the melancholy mood of seeing the dawn lighten the sky over the airport at Sacramento while miles away my wife is putting our son's breakfast on the table.

Okay, enough melancholy. Travelling can be fun if you let it. The taxi driver was from Laos and pronounced it Lao'. He also said it is easy to learn Asian languages such as Chinee. I had a sudden recollection that it used to be, or maybe still is, considered racist or rude to "mimic" foreign speech and say Chinee when you mean Chinese. But the fact remains that Asian languages are soft on ending consonants and that's the way many people will actually say it. Mimicking and making fun aren't the same thing. We spoke of China 'cause that's where I went last time I went to the airport at ungodly o'clock in the morning, and he learned Chinese while working in a restaurant years ago. When I was over there I met someone named "Wa-fah", or so I thought. Sounded like someone from Deep L.A. saying "What for?" But I think it was really Hua-Fong.

Another thing that occurred to me as I ran the TSA gauntlet was that airport security people get a raw deal. People are always complaining about them frisking litle old ladies. But as it says by my profile, I'm too serious, and rather than jump on that bandwagon I gotta say that if they start using their own judgment they will let the little old ladies through, and the little old men, and then the late middle-aged ladies and gentlemen, and next thing you know some clown with a bone to get wise will detect a pattern and dress himself up like Bob Hope with a prosthetic arm full of explosives and ... You see? Better to frisk 'em all and let God sort 'em out. Something like that.