Brotherly Love

It's about bed time.

I've made it to Philly safely. And what wouldn't a Philly experience be without this:

I find myself in baggage claim with a feeling that someone is looking at me. I turn around and there is a bald man in an airport uniform looking at me in a very "inviting" way. Looks like my label as an "otter' is accurate. I told him I didn't play for his team, but I appreciate the compliment.

Hello Philly and welcome to my first phase of training in the Peace Corps!

G'night.