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This gifted writer tells her true story through the expression of colorful humor and clever wit. It is hard to believe the bizarre world in which we live has all emerged since 9-11, as though something out of a bad dream. Ludicrous does not even begin to describe this. LH
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If my bra is a threat to national security, we're in big trouble
Paula Simons, The Edmonton Journal
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"Bleeep!"
The airport metal detector makes that ear-zapping, high-pitched squeal.
I don't usually set off airport metal detectors. Most women don't. It's men who tend to make those door frames squeak. Men, with their metal belt buckles, their heavy watch straps, their pockets full of keys and loose change. I can't remember the last time I set off an airport scanner -- at least not in Canada.
But then again, I'm not in a Canadian airport. I'm on my way home from an American vacation, my first in more than a decade -- my first since 9/11.
In Canada, when you set off the scanner, a guard usually has you empty your pockets while waving the metal-detecting wand around you. Not in my case. Instead, the officer pulls out his radio.
"I need a female officer for a special search."
This doesn't sound good. I take off my watch and hand it over, attempting to head things off at the pass.
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