Flying

Sometimes I have to fly. It's been awhile since I've had occasion to take to the skies. Sounds silly, but I miss it.

I still think that it's silly that they make you take your shoes off. Don't you think that a terrorist isn't going to be stupid to put a bomb in his shoe? Maybe I just don't understand ballistics.

I wonder what would happen if in relationships, you had to be as open as you are at the airport with your baggage. You had to show what you were carrying. Out there in the bright sting of florescent lighting. I think their might be fewer people making heart-wrenching mistakes. At least, you'd at least know if their was a block of C-4 buried that you'd forgotten about.