Have Gun -Will Travel was a wonderful western in the sixties and one most younguns won’t remember. It is evocative, nevertheless of my operable jetgun. I was admonished by several attorneys, including Carol Scott of Veterans Pro Bono Consortium not to go through carry on with it but most know I am rather obstinate. Well boy howdy was that an experience. I should have listened to Carol.
I called the TSA info number and gave them the rundown on March 1st. I was assured I would not be greeted with handcuffs. They lied. I was inspected, detected, dissected ad nauseum. They wiped swabs all over me and my clothes to detect explosives. I had to disrobe and allow them to inspect my hernia belt. That must have really looked good on the x ray machine. Everyone jumped away from me when they spotted that.Then we got to the jetgun.
The poor gal elected to deal with it was apoplectic. “It’s not going to go off or do anything, is it? Is there anything sharp I can cut myself on?” No less than five supervisors had to assure her I could proceed. Then they let me get dressed again.
Yesterday evening, in an impromptu get together after the daily briefings were over, we all assembled at the Biscayne Restaurant and I gave a live demonstration of the nastier aspects of the device. Included are a few pictures here of the gathering.
More anon. I’m off to another day of learning how to inflict more grief on the boys and girls at 810 Varmint Ave. NW. This is more fun than putting tin foil “bedroom slippers” on my cat and watching her dance.