I'm at the GSP airport, ready to go. The airport lounge pianist is playing a medley of John Denver songs, beginning with "Rocky Mountain High". Not sure if I should take that as some sort of sign.

I have no problem with the TSA folks, but I've noticed that one of the officers (who I'm now calling "Bobby the Rookie") enjoys sliding passenger's laptops really hard down the x-ray ramp, trying to relive the thrill he had in his youth when he tortured neighborhood pets. I'm blogging now, so his evil plan to destroy my chance at using free wifi failed.

Boarding soon. My reporter Geoff isn't here yet, but I'm pretty sure he knows about the flight. Gotta go now - I'm need to download some shows for my iPod.