We're here, already tested out the car, Cory loves the roundabouts.  We're at Shannon airport waiting for Kelly who should be here in an hour and a half.  All in all, pretty good trip, we ran  into some trouble in Cleveland with security.  Cory asked one of his fishing contacts if there was anything he could bring him and the gentleman requested a Boga grip, which, as I understand it, is a tool used to grab fish by their lips (do fish have lips?). Anyway, they wouldn't let him carry it on because it was too long, so Cory took my carry-on back to check-in in order to check the grip in that bag.  On international flights each person gets one free checked bag and at this point we had only checked one, which means that we still had a free one coming, right?  The first bag had been checked in on Cory's name, but when he tried to tell the attendant what had happened she had a hard time understanding due to the language barrier--Cory doesn't speak dipstick.  She went to help someone else and Cory fixed it himself using the kiosk computer.  Unfortunately, he then had to explain what he had done to the young lady, which took even more time.  Fortunately, for me, however, there was a pub just beyond security. Cory joined me, had a pint and we pressed on.