What's up with the TSA? It's a different experience every trip. In Dallas everyone I came in contact with had never dealt with bone marrow. I usually refer to it as bone marrow because they really freak if I call it stem cells. The TSA agent that checked my cooler says" Is this going to be gross?" Whereas another agent comes up and starts telling us what gross is like a head on collision and pulling bodies out of the wreckage or recovering drowned bodies. UCK! The poor young agent and Bob did their best to ignore this guy. A lot of the TSA people are either starting their careers or are on their last job. Scary. Meanwhile no one at AA is paying much attention to me until I get up from my seat to make sure the captain knows I'm on board. I have letters you know. So the flight attendant reprimands me and tell me to take my seat. They are aware I'm on board and I shouldn't call attention to myself. Believe me that's the last thing i want. So then one flight attendant comes back to my seat and hands me my papers and says something to me. Then the first one come back to my seat. Now who's drawing attention to me????
Bone Marrow Bob was glad he didn't have to go all the way to Greece to see the Parthenon, and it's not even in ruins.
After dropping off the product Surfer Bob headed downtown for a little sightseeing. Man it's true, everybody plays the guitar in this town. There are singers and pickers in the Starbucks, hospitals, Holiday Inn ... everywhere!
Bob was most excited to visit the Ryman Auditorium, the original Grand Old Opry, to set foot in that hallowed hall where Hank Williams, Johnny Cash, Ernest Tubbs and Minnie Pearl walked before him. What to buy in the gift shop? Hmmm? How about a flyswatter in the shape of a guitar? Watch out Surfer Bob!
As I muse about Cincinnati, I find I really don't know much about it. It's home to Proctor and Gamble, the Cincinnati Reds (terrible season), the Bangles(even worse season), the sitcom WKRP in Cincinnati and HBO's, John from Cincinnati. Actually John from Cincinnati is only the name. It has nothing to do with the city. It's about a mysterious guy that shows up in California and says he's from Cincinnati. Kind of like the coneheads are from France. Speaking of TV shows, the image I have of Cincinnati is of Les Nessman from the afore mentioned show WKRP tossing turkeys out of a helicopter for a radio promotion. So, it's about time Bone Marrow Bob paid a short visit. There were not a lot of photo opts so here he is crossing the Ohio river. In the courier business you see lots of cities that you otherwise have no reason to go to other than to say "ah yes, I've been there".
Surfer Bob finally touched the sacred sands of Hawaii. The waves weren't so great but the sunsets and MaiTais were. Gotta say, if you are ever in Maui, you need to stop by Mama's Fish House for the freshest fish on the island. The drinks aren't bad either.
What's up with the TSA? It's a different experience every trip. In Dallas everyone I came in contact with had never dealt with bone marrow. I usually refer to it as bone marrow because they really freak if I call it stem cells. The TSA agent that checked my cooler says" Is this going to be gross?" Whereas another agent comes up and starts telling us what gross is like a head on collision and pulling bodies out of the wreckage or recovering drowned bodies. UCK! The poor young agent and Bob did their best to ignore this guy. A lot of the TSA people are either starting their careers or are on their last job. Scary. Meanwhile no one at AA is paying much attention to me until I get up from my seat to make sure the captain knows I'm on board. I have letters you know. So the flight attendant reprimands me and tell me to take my seat. They are aware I'm on board and I shouldn't call attention to myself. Believe me that's the last thing i want. So then one flight attendant comes back to my seat and hands me my papers and says something to me. Then the first one come back to my seat. Now who's drawing attention to me????
