Coming home

Other than the all-too-personal patdowns Jim & I received at the Frankfurt Airport, and the Taco Bell-and-Mountain Dew-jonesing rube sitting across the aisle from me on the flight to Detroit, the return trip went smoothly. I even managed to sleep a few hours on the flight to Detroit. All of our luggage arrived safely, even the Flensburger mugs I bought at the second-hand store for 3 Euros apiece.