Flying these days is a long, involved process, no matter how short or long your flight, no matter where you're going. On the way home from the Tennessee on Wednesday, I got stuck at the Nashville Airport for several hours. Waiting around is tiring, for some reason, but I managed to do a couple of sketches.

Sitting at the fast food restaurant trying to swallow a ridiculously bad, dry sandwich, this group was at the bar(which is where I should have been) and seemed to be making the most of their waiting time.

The man in this sketch was probably 85 or more, the woman with him was his grandaughter. Coming through airport security (ha-ha), this fellow was practically strip searched despite the fact that he was in a wheelchair and could barely breathe. He was separated from his granddaughter, made to stand up and hold out his arms (hello? wheelchair, remember?) and wanded and examined to within an inch of his life. He took it a lot better than I would have, though he mentioned to me, while sitting at the same fast food place, that 45 years ago he himself had spent years in the "desert" searching for terrorists himself. Only they (whatever outfit he was with) had some sense about it. I caught him pretty well, he was very animated, but didn't do so well with his granddaughter -- very thin, with long, straight hair and a rather narrow face. Still, she seemed kind and concerned about her grandfather, and I wished them both a happy, healthy New Year. As I do to all of you.