Last weekend, we visited Jonathan's parents in Arizona. In the Tucson airport, the recorded security announcement had a mild intrusive R
accent. We were supposed to report any suspicious activity to the appropriate "lore enforcement" authorities. I imagined that those are the officials who protect us against myth-behavior.
We all got Jonathan's mom a GPS unit for her birthday, which I think is the same model my step-mom has. Taking us to the airport, they didn't like the route the GPS offered, so they turned it off, and only had to change routes 3 times when streets didn't go through, plus a wrong turn. This week, I just got the same GPS model (Garmin nüvi 350) for myself, so I'll know how to program it to get to an airport if you don't know the street address: Where to? Near a city - spell the city name - Transportation - Air....
Meanwhile, I'm changing planes at MDW on my way to Make Waves for Ducklings