Phew, we made it through airport security and are now sitting at our gate waiting for our first flight to Detriot. Security is tough when you are in a wheelchair, are 91 years old, and haven't flown since 9-11. Grandpa had to get the security massage and donated the knife he had on his key ring. But we left plenty of time to do all this airport nonsense and now I have some serious knitting time.
Tucker made it to Memphis last night and hopefully had a chance to see some of the wedding family.
This will be a short entry because I am typing it on Jim's Blackberry and my thumbs are cramping up! More later.
Hope all is well.