Going to California

This is Prunedale, CA. It is one of the small towns on the way to the San Francisco airport. Salinas was corporate meetings and politics. I am glad to come home.

The San Francisco airport has a machine that virtually frisks you. I was pulled aside for a detailed search when trying to fly standby on an earlier Portland flight. I was asked to step inside a glass booth while quick blasts of air made an assessment of my person. Next they swabbed my bags and shoes with powder. It was all very intimate.