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04/20/2005: From the Life In Memphis Department:
I'm on the road for the next several days, which is why I found myself at the Memphis International Airport at "zero dark thirty" this morning (as we used to say in the Navy). While undergoing the usual indignities that are inflicted on air travellers in this post-9/11 world (and in fairness, things have gotten a bit better since the last time I flew, which was a year or two ago) I saw an interesting sight.
A traveller ahead of me in line had just sent his (or maybe her; my normally acute powers of observation aren't at their best at zero dark thirty) carry on belongings through the x-ray machine, and the TSA folks were busy unwrapping the packages and subjecting them to a closer inspection. As I was busy repacking my laptop and gathering up the other things they had me put throuth the machine (cell phone and book), I looked over to see what was going on next to me.
The person ahead of me was travelling with two (or three) framed gold or platinum records (I realize now I should have looked over and seen if I could recognize the individual in question--for all I know I was standing next to Musical Greatness Personified). I think I can safely say that this is the first (and probably last) time in my life that I've ever seen someone travel with some gold (or platinum) records.
Len on 04.20.05 @ 06:44 PM CST
