Where I come from ...well actually in vancouver, young mothers travel on airplanes with their little ones, and yah...you geussed it... I have a story.
So I'm in line , waiting to clear airport security, and in front of me is a young mother with two little ones.....and lets just say, the six month old baby was not impressed. That kid was screaming at the top of its lungs, so freakin loud only small dogs, and the criminaly insane could hear it.I mean twenty five hundred miles away , barren ground caribou were giving birth on the tundra prematurley ,from the sub sonic impact, coming out of this red faced baby..
The young mom aproached the two Neandrethal airport security personel, with a gene pool so shallow, if you jumped in,... you wouldn't even get your feet wet.
They pulled a breast pump out of her carry on bags , and by their reaction , you'd think it was made of weapon grade plutonium, and because of their soaring I.Q......they had no freakin' idea what it was.
In the obvious confusion....and my very loud laughter....the 3 year old girl ran up to me and hugged my leg.This was all happening while the mother was getting scanned for the obvious Taliban threat she posed to the aircraft, while the other Neandrathal was examining the stored breast milk for the impending flight, trying to figure out if she was allowed to carry that much liquid....more laughter from me, and they started giving me the evil eye.
Anyways....the toddler ran up and hugged my leg,...and as a natural reaction to her fear , I picked her up.....and the mother , not knowing me yelled "He's got my kid"....so I naturaly , put her down...at which point she hung onto my leg with all she had, and she wasn't letting go. It took both of us to get her to release her grip from the top of my cowboy boot.
The mother took her child , while I was still laughing , and boarded the plane.
It was now my turn to clear airport security, and was asked if I was carrying any dangerous goods, firearms, or drugs.....and I answered "No...just a breast pump"....
I missed my flight.

Where I come from.....you have to walk twenty miles back toward town...just to hunt deer.
...you can climb up on any ridge, and see for hundreds of miles, and there isn't one light at night.
...there are lakes that have no name.
...moonshine takes longer to come to boil.
....a man can take a saw and axe, and build a life for himself from the mountains.
...men have simply vanished from the face of the earth.
Where I come from, not many can make it,...we are the chosen few , and we believe this is the promised land.

Where I come from.....you have to walk twenty miles back toward town...just to hunt deer.
...you can climb up on any ridge, and see for hundreds of miles, and there isn't one light at night.
...there are lakes that have no name.
...moonshine takes longer to come to boil.
....a man can take a saw and axe, and build a life for himself from the mountains.
...men have simply vanished from the face of the earth.
Where I come from, not many can make it,...we are the chosen few , and we believe this is the promised land.