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Old Men and the TSA, volume 2

We left LA last Wednesday morning; I think I mentioned previously that the TSA managed to push my buttons on our departure from El Lay.
This time, lines were short, there was signage advising us that our shoes, even plastic Crocs, must make the journey through the X-ray machine. We were greeted [...]

The No-Fly Streak is About Over

I’m proud that, for 3 years or more, I’ve been able to avoid the cluster-eff that air travel in America has become. I don’t fear crashing planes, terrorists on planes, or anything remotely similar. I don’t fear, but resent with every fiber in my body, the feeble ministrations of the TSA [...]