My 81-year old Big Brother left me a message yesterday that he had gone to the Pittsburgh airport and wanted to tell me about it. Alarmed, for I knew nothing of this, I immediately called back but he didn't pick up. This morning he called. "What is this about going to the Pittsburgh airport?" "I just wanted to see the route, it was an hour and a half, and I wanted to see where I would have to park and where I would have to go to get to the terminal in case of emergency with" our brother the klansman in North Carolina... (?) "Is there a problem with" our brother the klansman? "No, I was just prepping." "You were reconnoitering just in case?" "Yes, um hum. I’m going to check out Johnstown and Latrobe.”