That was very sweet of your grand-daddy to give you potatoes from his garden. Of course, your allusion to cast-iron skillets now has me craving fried chicken at midnight.

I've often seen some strange carry-on items on flights to or from SFO, but the strangest item to me was on a LAX>BOS flight. A peculiar gentleman carried his acquarium fish in a Ziploc bag. Perhaps flying stressed them out because the guppies didn't make it. Another lad on a LAS>DEN flight decided to bring his pet squirrel on the plane. The rascal escaped during the flight, and its owner was still searching for it on the plane when I exited the plane.

I'm not a fan of TSA agents. I gave them a lot of slack in the beginning, assuming they would focus on keeping plane travel safe and feeling sympathy for the large volume of passengers and bags they must screen. Unfortunately, I've acquiesced into accepting that they think they can do whatever the heck they feel they like doing. I've encountered too many instances where they've behaved unprofessionally. For example, on multiple occasions, I've seen them embarrass women who carry "toys" in their carry-on bags. Instead of just examining them quietly to make sure there's nothing dangerous inside and moving on, I've seen them hold them up in the air and openly called their mates over, all seemingly just to cause a spectacle. Moreover, they tend to misunderstand the narrow scope of their jobs, apply rules arbitrarily and act according to thier moods instead of their senses. I don't feel any safer since TSA agents were introduced. I will desist because I don't want to be boring.

Best of luck with your Love on the Plane contest.

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