I was just visited by two FBI Special Agents and a TSA/Homeland Security agent. They had a report that someone in my apartment (they had a number, but not a name) had talked about building and taking a bomb onboard an airliner. They were here to investigate. I assured them that no such conversation had taken place in my presence. My meager credentials: senior editor for news (Ret) at the local paper, graduate of the FBI Citizens Academy (with decorations), and a State Department/TSA Trusted Traveler, must have convinced them that I was not a suspicious character. After a 20-minute chat, I said, "Ooo, I've got a story to tell now." They laughed and left.
Between my new metal hip and whatever list I may now be on, my next plane trip is guaranteed to involve issues.
Between my new metal hip and whatever list I may now be on, my next plane trip is guaranteed to involve issues.
