Hello. We are back home. Back from the desert where the WalMart cashier asked if we were going someplace sunny when we purchased sun hats. People in the desert have a different sense of sun. Or maybe we were hallucinating the cloudless skies and temperatures in the low 80s.
Anyway, the biggest excitement of our trip; a double rainbow (pictures forthcoming) and meeting John McCain at the airport. He went through security with us (well, bumped up and put through just before us, but he walked right past us).
And then he was in the same gate area as we were waiting for his flight to DC.
No security except a rather meek looking TSA agent.
We left him alone, deciding to respect his privacy, but then everyone started lining up for pictures, so I decided to try for one with the baby. The TSA agent tried to wave us off saying McCain was done, but I pushed for a picture for the babeola and McCain acquiesced.
Anyway, he's not as tall as I thought (maybe 5'8") and is much thinner. Also, he is very stiff in posture, probably from his injuries. He seemed tense, anxious, and strained, a bit on autopilot in his interaction with the crowd as if he was distracted. I wasn't up on the news and didn't know that Bush cut his Tday vacation short. I imagine McCain was responding to current events, although, who knows, really?
Either way, it makes for a good story for the babeola's babybook.
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