Margaret and I will fly to San Diego tomorrow, and she’s printing out boarding passes now. Except I should have couched that in the singular; according to our airline, I will have to check in at the airport. We’re trying to figure out what about me merits this special attention, but at least you all can be assured that our government is making sure that Christian pacifist hermeneuticians pass Homeland Security muster before they board your transcontinental flight.