I was wrong. When I posted this morning, I had no idea I would be kicked back in the airport, with time on my hands. These are the young adults that I am traveling with. We caught the train this morning, headed to Orlando and our flight. 
City of New Orleans was playing in my head.
The train depot resembled a border crossing.
In the airport we admired the Go Pro shop. Now we are all armed- with cameras. And they shoot people too! I’m scared!
I identified myself as the chaperone, when going through TSA. So, I guess that’s what I am ~ Chaperone/Surf Photographer ~ Auntibubba has nothing on Mamacheri.
Fish Eye Farm 