I did manage to get out on this beautifully cloudy day for a break to take some photographs of the fall foliage here. It certainly isn't as spectacular as what many of you are used to, but it is what the lowcountry has to offer. And personally I like the hues and that the oaks keep their green leaves during the winter. So here is what I saw as I had a few moments of "mental health" from working on the exam problems:
|The path beside the wetland next to the house|
|The front green|
|Fall vegetables nestled in their mulched beds|
|Cleome provide color to the flower beds|
|The variety of bird feeders provide feeding stations for birds and squirrels as well as the occasional possum|
|The front walk leading up to the house|
Anyway, Mr. Tyner decided that he didn't want a body scan, no doubt fearing that some TSA guy/woman would be laughing at him in all of his scanned naked glory. So he said that he would agree to have a pat down (=grope down). When the TSA official began the pat down of his groin area, the passenger said, "If you touch my junk, I'll have you arrested." He said that he would not be groped.
I am with you John. I think that I am very glad to be staying home and not traveling by air this holiday season. Groping has its place but airports don't seem to be it. But inquiring minds want to know when "junk" changed its meaning from discarded material, or a slang word for heroin, to referring to male genitalia. I must have missed that definition along the way.
Check with you later. C. has asked me to take a load of junk to the dump.