Calibound

So now we know that you can actually arrive at the airport too early. The plan was to drop off our bags at the airport, secure our boarding passes and return to each of our respective workdays. Apparently there is a 4-hour max for early check in, all in the name of security. I think this was our first trip without incident at the security checkpoint. The classic episode was the olive oil buffoonery at the conclusion of our Rome trip, when we realized that our many liters of liquid souvenirs might pose difficulties to board our flight. On this trip there were no such logistical adventures. Quite a feat from a guy who has had over a dozen pocketknives confiscated over the past 6 years. In fact only fortune greeted us, as we ran into an old work friend. John is one of my few friends that truly have a full appreciation for good whiskey. We caught up with John after he had just finished his drink of choice. More windfall, Susan and I have an entire row 12 to ourselves.

We’re somewhere over Louisville, Kentucky and embarking on a packed week of reconnections with family and friends. No matter how long I’m away from So Cal, when I return I get a more-things-change-…. feeling. Kind of like the Sox/Yankees rivalry of late. Oddities that would strike concern in other cities, such as earthquakes and police extended chases, are simply accepted as norm. Some of the boldest demonstrations of creativity on earth, skillful and an unapologetic implementation of the good life, this we’ll find awaiting us.

Mark scored us some SC tickets. We’ll tailgate then see the Trojans annihilate Washington State. I haven’t been to an SC game since the pre-Pete Carroll days. The days of no bowl invites, let alone national championships. Carroll changed all that. He was practically tossed out of New England. Pete returned the favor with nothing but class. And a big “see ya!” “I’m in So Cal, destroying the Pac-10 and beyond, each year.” Growing up was different, John McKay was calling shots. Ricky Bell, Pat Haden, Charles White, Ronnie Lot and Marcus Allen were taking it to the Pac-10. Though my first games with my grandparents saw SC in the Pac-8, before Arizona and Arizona State entered the conference. Being raised in our family meant following SC, not the Bruins or even the Rams. The grandkids would join the family at an occasional tailgate sponsored by their membership in an SC athletic booster club. Granddad even had an infamous SC fight song horn installed on his Cadillac. Some of these games were legendary. But now new history is written at the Coliseum.

We’re headed to So Cal and the flood of old familiar surroundings will envelop us.