Visit to Portland, Oregon August 2011 – Part Two

We arrived at DFW twenty minutes early, yet didn’t have to wait for our assigned parking space at the gate (according to the garrulous captain) because the previous occupant had just pushed back a minute before we arrived. Once inside the terminal, we rode the tram – Sky Link – and found our next gate with no trouble. Ellen had, a few days before, managed to swap a buttload of credit card miles for upgrades to First Class for our DFW to PDX leg. Yay! Four hours of NOT being packed like sardines. Which brings me to a phenomenon I realized on this trip, i.e., when you are ‘pre-boarded’ in First Class, and then subsequently watch all those lower, I mean second, I mean coach class drones file past, you cringe slightly away from them and avoid eye...

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Visit to Portland, Oregon August 2011 – Part One

I haven’t traveled by commercial airline very much lately, so I had my attitude all jacked up tight in anticipation of this cross-country air trip and all the security headaches I knew it would entail. But the TSA ticket checker was pleasant, and I didn’t have to stand like a daVinci drawing in the diabolical backscatter xray machine. Yay! I only had to walk through the old fashioned archway. Nary a beep. So far, so good… The belt scanner personnel were concerned about some powdered medication that Ellen carries, though. They wanted to go through and check it, but soon allowed her to proceed. We’ve heard that it looks a lot like liquid on the scope. And liquids in carry-on luggage are now a bad thing. The older I get, the more things annoy...

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