Just a quick note as I'm waiting to board my flight to San Diego. There's nothing quite like LaGuardia International Airport. It's basically a third world airport with a Starbucks.

Most of the airport personnel are from somewhere else -- and for whatever reason they failed to pick up the official language of the fruited plain. Oh to find someone who speaks English!

And the TSA security agents have a fondness for personal body searches. It's not all that pleasant --- especially the large Colombian woman with cold hands.

The only glimmer of hope -- I've got a layover in Memphis -- the only international airport in the world with two barbecue joints. Gotta love the hometown of Elvis!

Gotta dash!