So, after all the posts I've done about vacations and traveling around, plus 20 years in the Army, it may seem odd for me to say that I travel poorly. That is, I don't particularly enjoy it, and often find it tedious at best.
That goes double when I'm traveling without Mrs. Drang.
I'm hardly the first to note that commercial air travel is no fun these days; for me, security is the least of the annoyances. (Although delivering myself into the hands of government bureaucrats is never pleasant.) Since deregulation, air travel has gotten so cheap that the airlines have to make the seats narrower and closer together, cut out services, charge for things that ought to be free...
So the Salt Mines have sent me off for two weeks of training, to teach me how to do the job I've been doing for a dozen years, and, at least in some aspects, for going on 30 years. This time it's to the parent corporation's training facility, which is close to several famous vacation destinations.
I, however, have next to zero interest on going and seeing and doing without my Bearcat.
I'm so boring.
Not really much of a bourbon man, either...