Check-in at SFO went very smoothly, although I had more trouble at security than I expected. They wanted me to remove my (cloth and plastic) belt, and also submit my wallet for examination. I miss the days when all you had to do was walk through a metal detector without setting it off, and maybe let your bags be sniffed by an explosive detector. *BEGIN SARCASM* I guess if one known radical tries to put explosives in his underwear, everyone has to have their underwear examined. *END SARCASM*
On a different note, I was pleasantly surprised to see a men's college rowing team travelling on my flight. I greeted them and asked where they were from. Turns out they were the Stanford Men's Crew team. We exchanged pleasantries, and I was pleased to have one of the oarsmen in my row, with an empty seat between us. The interaction was brief but pleasant.
Here in Seattle, I found my gate and gave them my passport, work permit, and letter of invitation so they could change my boarding pass for a new one. Then, after a brief pit stop, I decided to find out if I needed to buy a meal before my flight. Going back to the gate, I noticed the DHL envelope that held all my documents, still at the counter, sitting on the lower ledge where the ticket agents couldn't see it! I quickly reclaimed my documents, spoke with the agents, and found out that the meal service included two meals, with a choice of Korean or American food for each. That was just what I wanted to hear.
In other news, I was able to finish a swatch of my special, discontinued, California-grown, naturally black alpaca yarn.
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