The Chronicles of John Trammell

     My cousin, Amanda, is currently in Afghanistan for the third time.  About one month ago, she had learned that her apartment rent was being increased by $300.00.  She had decided it was time to move out.  Her boyfriend, Jonathan, her mom, and I would be the ones to help move her out.  Because I was in Sacramento and San Diego the past 4 days, I wasn't able to fly up with my aunt.  The morning after my San Diego trip (mentioned in my last blog post), I flew on up to Portland to help them finish up the move. My flight took off at 6:40am.  Since I wasn't going to have any checked luggage, I planned to arrive at the airport at 5:40, which for Ontario is plenty of time to get through security.  When my sister dropped me off, and I walked inside of terminal 4, I was surprised to see one massive line to go up towards the security check point.  I have flown out of Ontario now well over 50 times, and I had never seen the security line this long before; especially this early in t

     At the end of June, from the 24th to 26th, I had been in San Diego for a great opportunity.    Myself, along with other members of the CA 4-H Technology Leadership Team, attended the International Society of Technology of Education (ISTE) Convention at the San Diego Convention Center.  We went down to ISTE to showcase different technologies that youth in California 4-H are learning.  Our responsibilities at ISTE would take place on Monday the 25th and Tuesday the 26th, so we all had traveled down the day before.      Since I know San Diego quite well, I had volunteered to pick those arriving at the airport Sunday night.   Everyone was flying in around 7:30-8:00.  With a two hour drive to San Diego, I figured I would have to leave no later than 5:30 pm to make it to the airport on time.  Knowing me, I really wanted to travel down a few hours before I had to pick people up from the airport to enjoy San Diego.  I kept fighting with myself if I should leave early or not.  The bigges