Alright, this is it. My only suit folded up as neatly as possible in my dad’s old garment bag? Check. Printed out my travel documents? Check. Sudafed and tissues to stop this cold from turning my head into a giant exploding ball of snot? Check. Song title related to trip in name only frozen in Winamp for the duration. Check. Wired nerves? Double check. I’m off to the airport way too early tomorrow morning to see what these new-fangled homeland security airport measures are all about. With any luck I’ll be on my flight at 10:15 and off to lovely, tropical Kansas City for my interview on Tuesday.