Something I have learned from previous flight experience… don’t drink during a flight. It’s not like I become belligerent, but I do get sick. I’m a featherweight. It doesn’t take much to push me into buzzed… then sick territory… red wine in particular.
I get what’s called “Asian Flush”. Google it. Continue reading →
Since I’m paranoid of body scanners and their long-term effects, I opt for the pat-down. Millimeter wave scanner or backscatter machine… if they want to touch my junk for free, in front of “little Billy and Emily” going to Disney, let ’em. Okay… maybe people think I’m a terrorist because I’m standing off to the side. I don’t care. Continue reading →