Sep 8, 2009

Well, Las Vegas was the same as always. It is fun to go, but two days are about enough for me. Mrs. Sneed, on the other hand, could live there permanently. Mrs. Sneed wrenched her back somehow last week and had to wear a back brace for the entire trip. Before anyone says it, there was no chance she would stay home. Going through security Saturday, the brace set off the alarm. This lead to a whole big deal with the cracker-jack security forces. After all, most of your top-tier terrorists are 60-year-old, hunched-over women, who are barely mobile. I finished reading In Praise of Doubt: How to Have Convictions Without Becoming A Fanatic. It is an interesting exploration of the area between Relativism and Fundamentalism. Or put in Merle Sneed terms, between not giving a crap and thinking you have life totally figured out. I highly recommend it. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky

8 comments:

Kurt said...

I've been to Vegas twice in the last three years, and now I'm good for life.

Ronda Laveen said...

They probably thought Mrs. Sneed's back brace was filled with dynamite or C4. Could there be a better decoy than a little older lady?

Megan said...

I love Vegas.

Barbara said...

I have learned a lot about setting off alarms with my new titanium hip. I was a little worried about their equipment on the trip home, because I didn't set it off.

Good luck to Mrs. S. Usually backs just need time to heal.

Coffee Messiah said...

Wow, I haven't been to Vegas since the late 60s and unless dragged, would never go again.

Traveling is a trip nowadays, isn't it ; (

Reya Mellicker said...

Poor Mrs. Sneed! I hope she goes for a masssage! And yes yes about the security teams at airports. On my recent vacation, they ripped open my luggage to expose the fact that my face cream was in a jar .1 oz heavier than their regulations. This was on the way home. I offered to put some of the cream on my face, to show that it wasn't explosive, and pointed out that at National Airport in DC, where the security people actually know what they're doing, they said nothing and allowed the jar of offensive cream to go with me.

Ah but this dude follows the letter of the law and was pleased to throw it away. For heaven's sake. That kind of behavior does NOT make me feel safe.

Your book sounds great. I'm going to get a copy. Thanks for the recommendation, and welcome home!

mouse (aka kimy) said...

hope mrs. sneed's back is getting better in leaps and bounds....did they still make her take her shoes off?

Bella Rum said...

Hope you won!