In the Air

I’m flying to Houston once again.
Due to recent events in the political sphere, I am less trusting of American customs. So before I left, I removed all traces of Facebook from any electronic devices i was bringing. Technically, I can only access it from my home computer. I have no need to use it on the trip so I felt it would be better to be safer that way. I probably should have disabled my phone’s fingerprint reader as well. In reality, I didn’t need to do any of that. I do not fit the profile of someone looking to make trouble. And I breezed through immigration and security.
It probably helped that I did the immigration while still in Canada. Maybe they have more Canadian sensibilities there.
I worry about the police force in America, particularly the ones in the northern states forced to arrest illegal immigrants. There was that news report where they stopped these people trying to flee the states into Canada. He was doing his job, and the refugees conveniently escaped him to sprint across the border. What must it do to his soul to suddenly be in a country that people feel the need to flee from him? I don’t see a scenario where he is the “good guy” in his story.
I do not seem to have those issues.
My flight is going well so far. The plane has not needed to make any emergency landings anywhere. (My bar for a good flight is pretty low.)
I get a good joy from being in window seats. I get to see the topography going below me. I like to try and remember interesting geography and then try and find it later on a map. On a previous trip from California I was thrilled to notice that a lake didn’t seem to have any outlets, and when I found it on Wikipedia, I was proven right.
Unfortunately/fortunately things are different now. Cell phones are no longer considered unclean, so I can take a picture and the GPS will tell me where I was. It takes some of the thrill out, but it beats drawing pictures on cocktail napkins.