If I had known Minneapolis was going to get hit with a blizzard today, I would have extended my stay in DC. The weather wasn’t great there, but at least I didn’t have to contend with snow drifts. Not to mention the surly, drunken Twins fans on the train ride home.
I also managed to buy myself a big bowl of hassle by attempting to fly with an expired photo ID. My forgetfulness earned me some additional scrutiny from the airport security staff. My irritation with the ridiculously extensive search of my body and wheelchair was commingled with some pity for the poor TSA flunkie who got stuck working me over. He had clearly never encountered anyone like me before. “Can you lean forward?” No. “Can you stand up?” No. “Can you raise your arms?” No. I wanted to show him I could wiggle my ears, just because I felt I had something to prove.
