I took this picture several years ago, but it was in Prescott, and I just came from there, so I think it still counts.
I am no longer at the Columbus airport.
I’m in the Phoenix airport.
Which is right on the way to Ohio, in a non-linear sense.
Yesterday I flew to Phoenix, rented a Dodge Grand Caravan (they were out of compact cars), and drove to Prescott to collect my mother, whose 65th high school reunion is the reason for going to Ohio in the first place.
Today we’re driving back to Phoenix and flying to Columbus.
The TSA guy told me I did a “good job” taking things out of my pocket.
I guess all that practice is finally starting to pay off.