Thanks for a job well done

But first: yes, that package you noticed on the backscatter machine last time in my underwear, they were my brass balls. Sorry they are so small.

Now, we have generally had mostly positive experiences with our protectors, and this is a good time for a thank you.

In an earlier post, we praised the young man who used good judgement to spare us from having to chase escaped, frightened cats through a busy airport.

He was not the only friendly one.

Here is a tip of the hat to the big, burly Newark officer, who cracked a smile when he overheard the very tired child behind us in the line lament to his parents: Why do we have to get off in America?

And here is another tip of the hat to the screener in Burbank after we had gone through security something like three times, once to retrieve a cell phone from the rental car, once to retrieve some papers, and once more for something already forgotten.

We were resigned to never see the hat again, must have left it at security.

And there he is, coming straight for us as we hand the boarding passes to the gate keeper.

Is this your hat?

So, thank you.

Happy, Safe New Year.