Well, I've embarked on the first leg of my journey this morning, and while this entire process has had what sometimes seems like setback after setback, I couldn't be more excited and maybe even a little anxious as I boarded my first flight to Atlanta. As I checked in, armed only with a reservation code and my cell phone (the Swiss army knife of life), I had to explain myself several times, but ended up on a flight and am currently sitting at Atlanta’s Intl. airport on the standby list for a flight this evening to Dubai. Some people have said I probably won’t get on, but others said I should have no problem getting a seat, so time will tell. I'm glad I could be of service by providing humor to the many airport security employees that all have commented on my beard after looking at my passport and then up at me saying, "Mr. Caruso, you look MUCH older in person than this picture...." Little do they know that picture is only a few months old! This all contributes to confirming my theory; beards are for old people. Especially when there's more gray in it than you care to admit.
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