| Newfoundland 2003 |
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| Sunday December 21, 2003 -- 4:40pm, Hartford CT The first leg of the journey is over. Steve and I had a nice drive down and a visit with Dad and Aaron, then a quick tour of Watertown. Steve dropped us off at Bradley Airport, where we're now waiting for our first flight. We will be the only passengers on the small propeller plane. Our Private Jet I was the only source of difficulty while getting through Security. I set the metal detector off with assorted buckles and barrettes. A grandmotherly security guard wearing blue rubber gloves escorted me from a makeshift corral to a set of 3 chairs and gave me a thorough search with the wand. She chattered pleasantly about the unsavory places her hands had been that day while she had me unbuckle my belt and lift my hair, so she could check for whatever weapons might be hidden under my barrette. My cousin Jane will be picking us up in St. John's. Jane is all energy all the time - constantly bubbling over with it which (in my mind) magnifies my own more introspective nature. I want to be Jane when I grow up. She doesn't mind what anyone thinks. She doesn't seem to be inhibited by the host of invisible ancestors I sense hovering over me in a constant state of general disapproval. Maybe it's because she's part Irish. Or Catholic. |
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