Things happen when I travel. Security things. Embarrassing things. To date, however, I’ve enjoyed relative security in my surroundings: no matter HOW wrongly things go, no matter how intimate the pat-down or HOW sharp the scissors found in my purse after four security checkpoints, I am on American soil. There’s only so much trouble I can find in a small town airport traveling to a haunted house convention. Throughout my prior travel follies, at least I was in America, with a measured understanding of what a mild rule breaker can expect. Traveling …read more

Convention season is here, and with it comes inevitable travel. Once, I was retired. I remember those times, a few months ago, when deciding what bathrobe I wore for the day was my biggest decision. But not now. A scary-ish non-profit program and a burgeoning Halloween business have thrust me once again across the globe, through x-ray machines, and onto crammed fights, discovering whether new cities are dry or if I’ll fit right in. This time, however, call me crazy, but I invited Rob. For those of you who don’t …read more