Replies

I remember getting on airplanes, for in country flights, by presenting just my ticket. Now, air travel requires us to go well beyond presenting valid ID. We must strip half naked and stand around in our socks while highly skilled(?) federal employees confiscate our nail clippers and rulers to ensure we're safe enough to board a pig-hauler with wings. My family and I have traveled by air several times each year since 2001... Each time without fail, my son, at 5, 6, or 8 years old has been pulled aside with me for extra scrutiny with the probes and sniffers. He's getting a complex. We're both blonde and dress like people used to dress; pants that fit, shirts (with collars) tucked in, shoes tied, no hats. Is it my foot long beard and diaper wrapped around my head? Nope, that guy is waved through ahead of me and on to his gate while I stand next to a colleague of Mother Terresa's getting frisked and watching my bag being disassembled. Oops! I forgot to remove my disposable razor which falls under the same class of weaponry as a two foot machete. On board we're served meals(?) with table ware that Fischer-Price or Playschool would develop so we aren't compelled to storm the cabin or assault any air stewardesses. Remember real flatware to cut your rubber chicken or spread the rock hard butter on the rock hard roll, and a fork that could maintain all it's tines when it pierced an over cooked carrot? Ah, those were the days.