Jan. 31, 2006, 9:31 p.m. (Message 44002, in reply to message 43988)
"16-year-old was unable to persuade staff at his school in Holt, Michigan,that the item was as accepted a part of his costume as the kilt and sporran" I am not surprised, having been in Holt, Michigan were many of the pickup trucks have gun racks as a part of the local tradition. I would say, OK accepted, but only as an accessory, not a requirement. It would be pretty dumb to believe that this kid was so unconscious of where he was and the rules as to wear a knife in his sock by accident. Where I live, it is common to carry a knife, and most males do. The comon knife is either a generic one similar to a old straight edge razor, or one specific to one´s needs, or profession. The one I carry has about a 3.4 inch blade curved into an arc of about 60º. Its original purpose was for cutting grapes of the vine, but is good for pealing fruit, cutting bread, etc. (unless one eats in a restaurant with a table cloth here, you have to ask for a knife when eating out, or at a friend´s house, as the only tool provided is a fork, and maybe a spoon if needed. Knowing the possibility of not getting where I want to go, I make a habit of leaving it home when I fly. I have only once gotten into trouble. With the terrorist thing, local government has become more security conscious. In Palma, I needed a booklet with the schedule of a week long fiesta. The tourist offices were out, so I went to the city hall. 1. Asked the guard if he had any - he pointed to the empty rack. 2. Suggested that the local branch of the public library (off the ground floor lobby), had one - he said probably. 3. Asked if I could just run in a get it - he said no, I would have to park my bicycle across the street instead of leaning it against the lamp post in my plane site (went to chain bike). 4. Entered building and told to run back pack through scanner (about 30 feet from the rack outside the library where I could see the programs I wanted). 5. My back pack had a pair of scisors - so he inspected the bag and said that I would have to leave them with him. 6. Asked if I could simply leave the pack as I walked across the lobby and back - no the scisors had to be put in a plastic bag, for which I was given a chit. 7. Crossed the lobby picked up the program and returned with my chit - questioned, what did my scisors look like (?????). Got my scisors and left. Irony was that there was only a metal detector for backpacks and purses, and I had my knife in my pocket. On the subject of security, my last German trip was worse. In the Stutgart airport (coming home from the Rechsberg weekend). The scanner was at the rope entrance to the Iberia line for checking in. I ran my bag through and passed. About 4 people ahead of me, was one of those people for whom life is never simple, and who seemed not to understand that the airline personnel would be unable to help him at that location and suggested that he might want to go to the counter where one purchases tickets. After about 10 minutes of this, I unzipped the top flap, and leaving it open, pulled out a book and started to read. 15 minutes later, when I was now second in line, I got a tap on the shoulder by the security guard who told me that my carryon was unzipped. I thanked him and said that I knew and would be putting my book back when I got to the window. He said that I could not do that because then I would have to get back in line and have my luggage rescanned. When I suggested that he simply scan the book, since he had already scanned the bag from which it had come, he looked confused.