I made it to Maryland. Not that I was going to let anything stop me from getting here. We had three suitcases, one devoted to Josh’s schoolbooks, the wheelchair, the portable oxygen concentrator, Josh’s backpack, my purse and my computer bag. San Jose Airport is under construction so Joyce had to let us off some distance from the terminal itself. We were just trying to figure out how to get me in the wheelchair and the cart with all the luggage across the street to the terminal when my angel sent a very nice man over who volunteered to push the luggage cart to curbside check in for us. Once we got there, he whispered something to the person working check in and disappeared. At curbside, they did not weigh the bags, so we were not charged for the fact that the school bag was over 40 pounds. After Josh took time for a last smoke, we headed for security. No lines but we still had to walk down a hallway only to turn into the marked off area and walk back through the same hallway to the security desk. The person ahead of us had a typo on her boarding pass and two security people were trying to decide whether to let her through. She was trying to explain that the computer did not allow her to correct the typo once it was entered but that fact did not help the security folks engage their common sense gene and they remained confused as to what to do about this discrepancy between the boarding pass and the name on the woman’s identification.
