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| Elizabeth
at the
Greenbrier | | |
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| Guess who
I met at the afternoon tea
dance? | | |
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| Lewisburg,
West Virginia airport. We are the only people there and there
is silence outside. Elizabeth doesn't know what grass is -- we
don't have it in Manhattan -- and she doesn't like it, as in
Yecchhhh, I'm not touching
this! | | |
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So here we
are, 3 adults and a baby, the only passengers on the flight
and indeed in the airport, and there are 5 airport security
guards looking for a terrorist, and they gave us their full
and undivided attention as we were the event of the morning
for them.
Gee, can I go in the
X-Ray
Machine? | | |
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| Sorry, you
exceed the carry-on allowance and you don't fit under the
seat.... | | |
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