It is an odd world we live in today. Wire taps, no-fly lists, GPS records from our phones can be used as evidence. And in the flipside, I can see precisely where my Mom’s flight back from San Diego is at any time. We live in a fortress made of glass and funhouse mirrors – brittle, transparent, distorted and endlessly disorienting.

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