I'm on my way to Georgia today, and for a good reason: That's what my calendar says. "Go to Georgia!" it says, and when it uses that tone of voice, there is no arguing with it.
The security personnel at Miami International Airport and Drug-Smuggling Facility opened my suitcase and took a good long look at my nail clippers. But the fools let me keep them, which means that, if I want to, I can easily take over the plane.