Made to leave travelling liquids behind at the gate. No shampoosoapaftershave... Once even a cup of coffee. Really? Proving it was harmless by drinking some made no difference. Stupid me. And yes, an EDC too once. crapshitshit...stupid me.
At Fort Erie I missed the extra yellow line and stop sign, AKs drawn and our eyes as big as pie plates
My dear departed father may have been the only person to be stopped not once but
twice at Atlanta Hartsfield for having a handgun in his carry on. Ed packed a handgun like most folks put on underwear, but he was getting old and forgetful.
However, he had ID’s to prove he was a Deputy Sheriff in a half a dozen Georgia Counties, and the private phone numbers for various Georgia police chiefs, as well as GA Senator and Congressmen friends. “Just tell Newt it’s Mac, and that the poker game is still on at my place for Friday”
Good thing they never searched him and found the (real, State issued) driver’s licenses, each bearing different names, from Tennessee, Alabama and South Carolina.
Ed preferred fast cars (I got his tuned Le Mans up to almost 140 mph). Towards the end of his well compensated work life he settled on a big-engine Mercedes that would cruise comfortably at 100mph.
On long drives Ed would pick up hitchhikers with the admonition “Can you drive? Good, drive this. Go fast!” and nap in the passenger seat with a hand cannon held in his lap for motivation. Never had a problem.
That “Greatest Generation” were some bold men, and may never come our way again.