My son, 25, wants to go home so I'm late and on my way to Hartsfield to put him on his plane back to Maryland feeling all the "Mom guilt" I do for not putting him on a plane before now and knowing he may miss his flight. He did. I felt badly but he got the next flight out so I felt better, though I already miss him. With all that going on, I had the added stress of criminals stalking me in their vehicles on the way to the airport like mafioso executing a vendetta. Well, that's pretty close. They ARE acting at the behest of their crime bosses, a Naval Reserve intelligence officer who is not that bright, a former Marine who hardly represents the best of America's military and several of their business partners. The Naval Reserve unintelligent officer is my ex-paramour (and the biggest mistake of my life), a former attorney who was nearly disbarred for fraud, deceit and misappropriation, who admitted to disabling alcoholism and depression in court records related to his attorney suspension and who is suffering from a horrifying case of "If I can't have you...". The former Marine his frat brother, a convicted criminal who spent time in Federal prison and on whom I had the audacity, as a highly regarded internationally published business journalist to write an expose about his harming multiple people by committing all manner of thuggery, fraud and misappropriation in his business dealings. His criminal mismanagement cost multiple microbusinesses and employees their homes ...