Gadling

After a week at a "great books" college workshop and another weekend writing workshop, I spontaneously decided to visit Campobello Island to see the Roosevelt summer home. Oy vey, big mistake!

First, let me describe myself. I wear industrial strength bifocals, have a gimpy knee, have inhaled a few too many Whoppers and will retire (if not expire!) next year. I drive a Camry, for God's sake. Secondly, my car was packed with a bunch of unusual things needed for dorm room living- pillows, towels, a floor fan, iron, etc. - in addition to luggage, maps, books, notebooks, purchases, remnants of breakfast and lunch, etc. All of this had to be emptied from the car and gone through, as well as my purse, tote bag (I don't think terrorists use tote bags; back packs are de rigeur), glove compartment, beverage holder and so on. It took about 2 hours as my carload of stuff was slowly spread out on a big sorting table. This to enter an island where trees must outnumber people 10:1.

Maybe there should be a place for profiling.

Anyway, the irony is that US immigration just flagged me through on my return to the states. I don't even think they looked at my ID.

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