David On David. That's Mr. Lowery To You.

I forgot to mention that when I got on the plane en route to Birmingham this past Thursday, the lady at security took a gander at my drivers' license and said "Oh, it's you!" This either means that I've hit a new apex in traveling (which may be true, but I've also got a long way to go) or, more likely, that I have an instantly recognizable license.

Now I'm in Chicago, where I took a second photo, this one depicting my famous pink backpack, the Pelican case containing one of the "St. Nick" hard drives, and Frank Ross' feet.