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You got "the look" from SS???????

YIPES!

He just gave me a flat and pointed look..

I kept moving!

Before the checkpoint, there are park benches and stuff, and you can hang out there all you like, but I don't have so hot a camera, so I tried to get closer.

You need a telephoto lens and all that fancy gear to see anything from back there.

Ms.B

It was after 10pm EDT, so I figured if FR had had any downtime from the HD exchange, I'd slept through it! Then I tried to post this . . . . ;)

Thanks for the pics, rintense!

Ms.B.: Looking forward to seeing your Kennebunkport pics!

Brad's Gramma: You got "the look" from SS???????

Speaking of the look . . . .

In 1984, while I was an adult student (working full time and going to school full time! <-- forgive the aside, but I point that out because so many people say those w/CFS are either lazy or slacking; sure, 1984 was pre-CFS diagnosis, but one doesn't change work ethic overnight ... “okay, so sometimes I get a bit defensive” moment over) at Findlay College (now University of Findlay), then V.P. Bush spoke when we dedicated the Tennyson Guyer Library.

I was sitting a tad to my left of center stage, but quite a few rows back from the podium. After awhile, I decided it was silly to continue to hold the program -- and perhaps smudge it (because of something in my system, my fingers have always had the tendency to eat the ink off of pages), so I reached for my purse sitting on the floor so I could put my program away.

Now keep in mind that in 1984, security was a bit more lax than it is today, but we still had had to complete some prelim info sheets for our tickets and walked through a scanner and had our purses searched at the door.

About the time I got my purse to my lap and was opening it to slip my program inside, I felt a shift of some sort. I just knew I'd made a false move.

Sure enough, I looked up at Bush and then to his right/my left, and I swear the SS guy's eyes met mine! I looked to my left and my eyes met those of a guy standing off to the side.

I quickly put my program away. Having worked with cops, and knowing (okay, okay: hoping) I didn't have anything to be nervous about, I figured I should just act naturally and we'd all continue to live happily ever after.

I related this story to a friend and he said, "It's a good thing you didn't have one of those cigarette lighters that look like a gun in your purse!" I laughed. Then he said, "I bet that shift you felt that caught your attention were all the laser-scope cross hairs burning into your skull!"

I told him: "Now that you mention it, I'd wondered why these birthmarks on my temples took so long to become visible!"

I think I mentioned this part once, but a part of me still regrets not attending the reception afterwards to meet the future Bush41 up close and personal! (The other part of me knows I made the correct decision for the time: I was a single parent and my daughter was a 7th grade latchkey kid at the time. I'd taken the afternoon off work to attend the speech, so I had a chance to arrive home about the time she got off the bus.)

Thanks for listening while I took up so much of your time ... err ... I mean, while I was giving Ms.B. a chance to get her pics posted. Yeah! That's it! Done yet, Ms.B.? ;)