There was a recent news story about airport terminal baggage theft. It seems to be so easy to walk up to the luggage carousel and lift a bag undetected. Not all airports have security guards at the exits, matching claim tickets to the bag in question.

They recommended using bright or unusual colors, since the popular black bags could be removed, unnoticed by the owner.  One reporter joked that might use your mother’s old Samsonites from the 1960’s.

That would be mine. The set of 3 pieces were given to me by my parents as a high school graduation gift. They reinforced the message that all of us had heard since we were teenagers.

Eighteen and Out.

After high school, we were to be out of my parents’ home. It was college, or military service, our own business, whatever.

My father never had a role model in his own childhood…

Another story about my mother, who at eighty plus is always up for a laugh. We recently visited her cardiologist for a routine checkup. She’s been seeing him for years. Noticing a few gray hairs, she studied him seriously. “Can you recommend a good cardiologist?”

Yet another week has passed by and it’s time for my picks again. So here we go. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I did. Have a happy weekend you all…

It was a day full of “S” words when Nutsrok met up with Van by the River.

Van and Linda. July 2015.

Summer.

Sunshine.

Smiles.

Suburbs.

SEPTA Stations.

Strangers on a train.

S.O.S. (That’s creamed chipped beef, but we all know its other name)

Smoked Salmon.

Starbucks.

Paper hat with flowers.Not the cap on Van’s arrival.

Nutsrok as the blushing bride. Nothing but net.

Silly Shopping.

Silverware.

Straw hats.

Sharing.

Serial killers ?

Storytelling.

Special.

Still Smiling.