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Back in those long gone years in the Air Force occasionally I would be required to travel on government business which generally consisted of being sent to schools where the latest self help book criteria was spoon fed to us for six weeks.

Since these trips were a vacation from the real military way of life they have some very nice memories for me. Especially gratifying was upon returning to my home base I would be required to submit a travel voucher for expenses and paid a generous sum that would reflect having eaten in better places.

Glory days.

Move forward a couple of decades to curren times.

My son Dan has found his life partner. Actually she asked him out and I'm veyr intrigued by this young lady who removed him from the market.

Now her home is in the Portland Oregon area so naturally the weddig will take place there. It should be significant to note here that when I married neithe Ruth or I joined chain links together in our home states (Michigan and New York) but tested the love and devotion of friends and family. I still have the list and the annual order of coal for stockings continues unabated.

But despite an all about me parent my son is doing the right thing by the bride to me by showing up same day we are Friday, October 22--us flying in from Dayton Ohio by way of Atlanta Ga--I still remember paying to watch TV in that airport on these little portable TVs where you paid a dollar if memory serves and got a half hour worth of time killing medication. Got to see The Rifleman--THAT memory is firm. Dan will be flying in from Florida and Heather from Hawaii. Since I spent most of my career in North Dakota I have to wonder about pampered Army assignments. (Heather is a Captain outranking my son but that will change when she leaves the service in a few years as Dan desires to go career.

The titile --justify the title and is it at all connected to that Logos obsession of his???

No connection. Not even a current cease and desist--sigh.

But the title is about to be addressed. To be quite honest I could in no way shape or form afford the airline tickets to Portland let alone the drive. My son has graciously taken care of that.

Worse he's also paid for a rental car. I wanted to be chauffered as I dislike city travel. the beggar wishes to be a chooser.

Even worse I am well aware of the bias towards cash versus credit cards---a hotel was going to be a problem and staying with her family was not even going getting out of the kitchen to the table.

Realistically I didn't thik I could conveniently put some money on the card which what is currently going on in my life but I had a plan which I took the first steps today in activating.

AAA is going to help me establisha Travel Account. this means thye pay for my motel and I pay them back out of the paycheck for the next 6 months--a piece of cake.

I begin to envision my arrival in Portland and the hostel of choice. "Good evening I am the agent from AAA arriving for the social event of the weekend. My key please."

"Don't give me that look--I'm carrying my own bag--do I look like I have tip money."

The balloon busts. The long suffering one is more concerned with meeting the daughter-in-law then propping my always beaten but lively ego back to shape.

Travel account--sure makes me sound important.

P.S> mentioned Powells Book store to my son. the silence was deathening. Told him I had my eye on the prize--dancing with his bride. More silence. Course on Facebook chat he was probably smiling. Ya think.