13 planes to go, then . . . .

I never heard back from the agency.

So now I'm contacting Australian and Canadian agents that don't usually work with Americans.

The airport terrorist security guard asked me today what my final destination was.

"Um, I don't know," was all I could muster.

He highlighted the "T" in the middle of my boarding pass.

betholindo at 10:18 p.m.

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