Well, I'm sure all of you have heard about this, but if you haven't experienced it yet, you may not wish to do it. I don't know if I'll ever do it again. I am 70 years old, and I've been a quilter for more than 20 years. I LOVE applique, and I live in northern California, so when I had the chance to attend a week-long workshop hosted by applique artist Sylvia Pippen at her studio near Hilo, Hawaii, I collected a dear friend to accompany me, and off we happily went. That is, I was estactic until I got to security at the Sacramento International Airport. I have a titanium knee joint surgically implanted in my right knee. I'm thrilled that it has allowed me to walk comfortably now for over a year. Unfortunately, it sets off the security alarm at the checkpoint. I carefully eliminated all metal from my person; watch, zippered pants, rings, earrings, etc., but there's not much I can do about the knee implant. I told the security person about it before I passed through the gate. He summoned a female agent to "pat me down." Well, it was a lot more than patting! Here I am standing, barefoot, arms up and legs spread in a glass enclosure as other loading passengers went by, while she checks my bra, my armpits, the waistband of my pants, front and back, my crotch and my butt. Never once did they "wand" the offending right knee. Then she used her gloves to wipe down all of my clothing and directed me to stand there while she ran her gloves through some machine to determine if they had be in contact with any explosives. I was almost in tears! I felt like I was standing there naked.
I had a wonderful week at the workshop/retreat in beautiful Hawaii with Sylvia, who treated the students as if we were beloved family, all the while DREADING the return flight to California.
I understand we need to take measures to be safe; but when an English, Irish, Scottish, German fourth-generation American old lady is subjected to this invasive search to fly to Hawaii, I wonder if the terrorists haven't already won!
My son's beloved is a lovely girl who lives in Alaska. If they should decide to marry there, I wonder if I can go through this all again to go to the wedding?