After all I have said over all the years about this day, really, the only thing left for me to say is, “I remember.”
Today, though, we will be doing something a little different, and maybe something we should have been doing all along – we will be flying. The choice of days was purely coincidental, and driven by what was available at prices we were willing to pay, but it seems significant, all the same: on the one hand, it is just business as usual, which is exactly what the terrorists, all those nine years ago, wanted to destroy; but on the other hand, it will give us first-hand, (unfortunately-) hands-on experience with how much we have truly lost since that disastrous day.
Oh, and I would just like to thank both Tam and Borepatch for reminding me that we chose poorly when shopping around for a departure airport. If my name comes up as one of the “lucky ones”, I will have absolutely no problems demanding the alternative pat-down, which is infuriatingly degrading enough in and of itself, but at least leaves no online record. *sigh* Unfortunately, driving to Slovenia and Ireland falls under the same category as “a government-run agency getting us to the Moon again”.
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