We are on the road again. This time in Houston's Bush Intercontinental Airport bound for Portland. Here Ginny is prepping for our usual photo of Ginny-in-the-airport. There is a story here (of course).

When we were going through security, they pulled Ginny's carry on aside and opened it up. Inside were three jars of jam she bought in England as gifts for various people. Well, that didn't cut the mustard with the security folks. They wouldn't allow her to carry on the explosives disguised as jams. She really resembles a young Arab male, so it was clear that she was up to no good. They let her go back to the luggage check to do something about it. I went on to the gate because I was already through security and I knew it was going to be ugly. They couldn't get her luggage back, but they did give her a cardboard box to put the jam in so that it could be checked onto the plane. What really got her goat was that they charged her ten bucks to do this. So now our three jars of jam cost her a total of six bucks, including shipping.

When she got back to the gate area, fit to be tied, she was not in the mood for a picture, but I insisted (pleading works quite well if you are patient). Of course, she insisted on being properly groomed so that took her about five minutes of primping. Here she is in the midst of the last minute make up and hair adjustment routine.