The
Monday morning security/TSA lines at the Denver airport were long and
slow. Bryan took my place in the full body scanner and spared me the
indignity so I could be the parent accompanying Brandon through the
regular metal detector. Apparently children under 12 can't be required
to go through the scanner...too much like child porn, apparently.
Seriously, what freedoms have we given up in the name of security? I'm
not sure it is worth it! But once we re-packed our suitcases of
laptops and liquids and re-dressed in our shoes, jackets and metal
jewelry we made our way through the airport on the little underground
train system that transports people between terminals. Brandon found a
spot at the front of the lead compartment and leaned up against the
window for the speedy ride. Luckily we were in the terminal furthest
away because that boy whooped and laughed (and provided entertainment
for the rest of the train) the whole way there. He thought this picture
was cool because the lighting makes it look like he has a fireball
shooting out of his hand. :)
2 comments:
Oh, we have spent a lot of time in that airport! The train is a kick though! I love the picture!!!
funny, yes it does look like a fireball. Like you said in your last post, I still feel a thrill when I'm in the airport getting ready for a flight. Like I'm playing at being a grown up. Weird that I feel that way since I have actually traveled a lot in the past 7 years.
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