My wife and I flew on Christmas day. We entered the West Palm Beach airport at ten a.m. approximately an hour after the terrorist incident in Detroit. Having no knowledge of what was occurring, we did notice some heightened concern with dogs sniffing around and what seemed like tighter controls.
Seeing all those around us dutifully emptying their pockets and removing their shoes and outer clothing, I remember thinking how bizarre it all was, people obediently led like sheep to the slaughter, stoically allowing their privacy invaded as strangers pored over the contents of their suitcases and checked them for foreign substances as they moved through machines.
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