At the risk of appearing to be creating a travel "blog," now that I'm sitting at the airport waiting for departure, I am starkly reminded of all of the life-long fears that have affected things like travel.
I'm nervous about drinking my much-needed coffee, because a trip to the men's room has to include the hope that maybe it'll be empty and all will be well. Or, the fear that there will be others, " normal" men and I'll get my bashful kidneys and stand at the urinal for so long that I might be suspected of being some kind of pervert, I'll hurry and end up with a damp lap for the morning.
I can't even believe I'm confessing all this, but it's been a long long life of fearing that I can't do what all the normal guys do.
Well, it's a stopover in Memphis. Never been there, either!