I'll try to keep calm, but I have the blues. This is because I drove my beloved sister Maureen and her good husband Bern to for their flight to Bernard and Maureen have been visiting with me for two glorious weeks, We've had such splendid adventures, including a marvelous trip to the Bay State. Today I got them to MCO much to early for their flight - but we had each been anxious about traffic on Interstate 4 Saying goodbye at an airport terminal kerbside is rotten. Maureen and I were very teary eyed. She and Bern then moved into that part of hell known as an airport terminal, whilst I drove home (through a ten mile section of I-4 which had bumper to bumper traffic through the exits and entrances from the secular purgatory collectively known as "Disney"). (Oh for the days when I could have escorted family members to their cabin on a transatlantic ship, and then waved to them from a Pier in Southampton or New York City as that ship