Tuesday, returning.

I packed and drove to the airport, returned the rental car. Passing through security I set off the alarm and had to pull the pager from my pocket and prove it was a real one.

I took it with me to Houston, clipped it to a briefcase holder in a men's room toilet stall. I turned it on, and it beeped wildly. I felt like I was setting a bomb. I dug into my briefcase and the zipping sound was again suspicious. It didn't matter, though, and I pulled a PRAISE BOB sticker from my pack and stuck it below the beeper.

THE MADNESS IS EVERYWHERE