...At Sebastian's. Waiting on Atomic Nerds. Breda experienced TSA doing its job with the same warmth and friendliness as a meat grinder.* Alan gets to play with the new Ruger...thing. (An AR-15 needs an oprod? I mean, you'd'a thunk the Army -- or the Marines, anyway -- would have noticed).
More coverage elsewhere from the other bloggers attending -- Kevin has a roundup o'linkage.
* This bugs me on many levels. I helped set up equipment for news coverage of Hillary Clinton's stop at a factory here in Indianapolis, making multiple trips through a very high, dead-serious level of security, local police plus Secret Service and y'know what? It was invasive but they were decent about it. They didn't treat anyone like a pail of slops -- not me, not the janitorial staff, not the reporters, nobody. They didn't joke around or play at bein' your pal but they looked folks in the eyes and said hello and explained what was goin' on. But TSA with a tiny librarian? Oh hell no. They can't be bothered, even when she bursts into tears.
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