In the Tampa Airport, when it came time to board I kissed my Emma and Mrs. FC goodbye and rushed off through the boarding gate. The NW airlines barely glanced at the drivers license with the biker/terrorist version of FC from 2000 pictured on the front. I stepped on the shuttle to the security check in and realized I had left the camera with my girls almost at the same time the shuttle doors swooshed shut. Trapped!
At the gate, none of the security personnel spoke English well enough to understand my dilemma. Arrrrrrggggghhhhh!
Emma called, her Mom was getting a gate pass and would try to get the camera to me. Meanwhile, I was barefooting it through the security process. Here, the DL photo caught the attention of the guard, but only for a few looks and a shake of his head ... and then I was through the security checkpoint and time had run out. I stepped on the plane, the very last passenger, and they slammed the door behind me and fired up the engines.
I'm a firm believer in not crying over spilled milk. Sometimes, things happen and can't be fixed.
So I settled down to enjoy my first flight since 1998.
When I arrived in Indianapolis, Dave met me and I shared my camera dilemma.
"No problem, we'll just share my new Canon," he said.
Our first stop was the Old Brick Tavern in Penntown, Indiana, where we met his lovely wife Lightnin, for what Dave described as the "world's best fried chicken."
He was right.
The place was tiny, just a typical neighborhood pub, but the chicken was incredible and I am a fried chickenologist with a lot of birds under my belt.
Served on the side was German hot slaw, a bacony, cabbagey, vinegary treat that I had never had before. It was wunnerful, wunnerful ...
After that, Dave and I toured Cincinnati in his Solstice sports car. He works for the world's largest consumers goods corporation based in Cincinnatti. It's a much prettier city than I expected.
Anderson Ferry over the Ohio River between Ohio and Kentucky
Right now, I'm back at his house sampling a Belgian Triple Trappist style ale that he brewed himself. (We'll blame any typo's on that)
Dave's a brewer and a professional beer judge in his spare time so it's like a beer buffet here, but we are only sampling.
Tomorrow, we head for the tail of the Dragon.
Dave's bringing his tiny laptop so stay tuned for updates and be sure to check out his site (see link above) for another take on the trip.