We don’t have border checkpoints between U.S. states, certainly not between counties within a state in New Mexico. Such checkpoints would be necessary, however, to enforce the restrictions on movement contained in the Southern New Mexico Economic Development Act.
Where would we find magico-religious ritual portals, of the sort described by Arnold Van Gennep in The Rites of Passage, in our own time? Here’s a hint: They only allow three ounce containers for your liquids.
Unconfirmed reports suggest that the people may have “locked themselves in the bathroom”, but anonymous sources within the transportation industry implied that everybody locks the door to the bathroom when on an airplane, as that’s the only way to keep the door from swinging open.
Budget Travel’s version of Disney World Made Easy: to avoid gigantic parking fees, park outside an overflow lot on the far end of the resort, walk ten minutes, then take a shuttle bus with a transfer to another shuttle bus to arrive at a different
Spotted a few feet away from the Transportation Security Agency’s full-body scanner in the Houston airport: Say baa, America.
The next time you’re in Washington DC with your family, why not take a walk through the solar system? It’s not the first to-scale walking model of the solar system in existence (that honor, I think, goes to the Carl Sagan Planet Walk in Ithaca,
One of the oddities of the Transportation Security Agency is its knitting needle policy. You can’t bring the thinnest and tiniest of drill bits on board in your carryon bag. You can’t bring a pair of pliers onto a plain in your carry-on bag. You
Ron Paul spoke strongly against the genital caresses and nude x-rays that the TSA is forcing upon air travelers in the United States.
I love going to county fairs in the summertime to animalwatch, to peoplewatch, to test my stomach’s fortitude on rides and to test my stomach’s fortitude at the booths. Fairs are loads of fun, but it’s hard to say that they’re easy on your waistline.
In yesterday’s Sunday New York Times, Lionel Beehner made the case for staying away from the most concentrated clubbing area in Portland, Maine. According to Beehner, “The bars along Wharf Street can get pretty fratty.” Beehner suggests you go bowling instead. Erm. It just so
I love the cultural blends that shape America. I can also report that a deep-fried Twinkie tastes just about as awful as you’d expect.