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In a message dated 10/1/2002 12:12:18 PM Pacific Daylight Time,

TerryHooper2@... writes:

> Sept 9

> I breezed thru the metal detectors at London Gatwick airport without

> a bleep of any sort being prompted by my BHR, prior to catching a

> flight to the Greek island of Corfu for a hastily arranged week's

> holiday.

> (Sept 11, 2001 was to be just my 55th birthday and 30th wedding

> anniversary combined, and not that awful date in history that is now

> destined to be forever) Decided to spend my 56th birthday and 31st

> anniversary somewhere away from the inevitable endless TV images of a

> year ago.

>

> Sept 16

> I was half asleep, a week later, preparing for the midnight return

> flight from Corfu airport. Having put my keys and coins in the

> little box as requested and walking through the detector, the next

> few seconds went:

> Official (in Greek accent) : Excuse me sir!

> Me (waking up!) Who me?

> Official : Have you anything metal on you?

> Me : Oh ... er ... only my hip!

> Official : Hip?

> Me : Yes, I have a metal hip.

> Official : Metal hip ?

> Me : Yes.

> Official (to an even more official Official : Metal hip ?

> More official Official : Oh yes! Metal hip! is O.K.!

> Original official : Is O.K. sir, carry on.

>

> The scary thing is, all this was done from a distance of 3 yards or

> so. Nobody frisked me, waved a wand at me or even came for a closer

> look. Guess I didn't meet the Greek security's terrorist profile

> criteria!

>

>

When I returned to the US from England after my BHR last October, I was

wheeled in my wheelchair through the metal detector without a search at

Heathrow. In Chicago while making the connection, the security personnel

didn't want to know my troubles and made me get out of the wheelchair and go

through the metal detector, which didn't detect my prosthesis.

When I left San Francisco by air this year, the security guy didn't want to

see my letter from Mr. Treacy after my prosthesis set off the metal detector.

He ran the wand over me, looked through my bags and let me go.

Makes me think that sometimes it's up to the passengers to stop the bad guys.

Des Tuck

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In a message dated 10/1/2002 12:12:18 PM Pacific Daylight Time,

TerryHooper2@... writes:

> Sept 9

> I breezed thru the metal detectors at London Gatwick airport without

> a bleep of any sort being prompted by my BHR, prior to catching a

> flight to the Greek island of Corfu for a hastily arranged week's

> holiday.

> (Sept 11, 2001 was to be just my 55th birthday and 30th wedding

> anniversary combined, and not that awful date in history that is now

> destined to be forever) Decided to spend my 56th birthday and 31st

> anniversary somewhere away from the inevitable endless TV images of a

> year ago.

>

> Sept 16

> I was half asleep, a week later, preparing for the midnight return

> flight from Corfu airport. Having put my keys and coins in the

> little box as requested and walking through the detector, the next

> few seconds went:

> Official (in Greek accent) : Excuse me sir!

> Me (waking up!) Who me?

> Official : Have you anything metal on you?

> Me : Oh ... er ... only my hip!

> Official : Hip?

> Me : Yes, I have a metal hip.

> Official : Metal hip ?

> Me : Yes.

> Official (to an even more official Official : Metal hip ?

> More official Official : Oh yes! Metal hip! is O.K.!

> Original official : Is O.K. sir, carry on.

>

> The scary thing is, all this was done from a distance of 3 yards or

> so. Nobody frisked me, waved a wand at me or even came for a closer

> look. Guess I didn't meet the Greek security's terrorist profile

> criteria!

>

>

When I returned to the US from England after my BHR last October, I was

wheeled in my wheelchair through the metal detector without a search at

Heathrow. In Chicago while making the connection, the security personnel

didn't want to know my troubles and made me get out of the wheelchair and go

through the metal detector, which didn't detect my prosthesis.

When I left San Francisco by air this year, the security guy didn't want to

see my letter from Mr. Treacy after my prosthesis set off the metal detector.

He ran the wand over me, looked through my bags and let me go.

Makes me think that sometimes it's up to the passengers to stop the bad guys.

Des Tuck

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In a message dated 10/1/2002 12:12:18 PM Pacific Daylight Time,

TerryHooper2@... writes:

> Sept 9

> I breezed thru the metal detectors at London Gatwick airport without

> a bleep of any sort being prompted by my BHR, prior to catching a

> flight to the Greek island of Corfu for a hastily arranged week's

> holiday.

> (Sept 11, 2001 was to be just my 55th birthday and 30th wedding

> anniversary combined, and not that awful date in history that is now

> destined to be forever) Decided to spend my 56th birthday and 31st

> anniversary somewhere away from the inevitable endless TV images of a

> year ago.

>

> Sept 16

> I was half asleep, a week later, preparing for the midnight return

> flight from Corfu airport. Having put my keys and coins in the

> little box as requested and walking through the detector, the next

> few seconds went:

> Official (in Greek accent) : Excuse me sir!

> Me (waking up!) Who me?

> Official : Have you anything metal on you?

> Me : Oh ... er ... only my hip!

> Official : Hip?

> Me : Yes, I have a metal hip.

> Official : Metal hip ?

> Me : Yes.

> Official (to an even more official Official : Metal hip ?

> More official Official : Oh yes! Metal hip! is O.K.!

> Original official : Is O.K. sir, carry on.

>

> The scary thing is, all this was done from a distance of 3 yards or

> so. Nobody frisked me, waved a wand at me or even came for a closer

> look. Guess I didn't meet the Greek security's terrorist profile

> criteria!

>

>

When I returned to the US from England after my BHR last October, I was

wheeled in my wheelchair through the metal detector without a search at

Heathrow. In Chicago while making the connection, the security personnel

didn't want to know my troubles and made me get out of the wheelchair and go

through the metal detector, which didn't detect my prosthesis.

When I left San Francisco by air this year, the security guy didn't want to

see my letter from Mr. Treacy after my prosthesis set off the metal detector.

He ran the wand over me, looked through my bags and let me go.

Makes me think that sometimes it's up to the passengers to stop the bad guys.

Des Tuck

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Sept 9

I breezed thru the metal detectors at London Gatwick airport without

a bleep of any sort being prompted by my BHR, prior to catching a

flight to the Greek island of Corfu for a hastily arranged week's

holiday.

(Sept 11, 2001 was to be just my 55th birthday and 30th wedding

anniversary combined, and not that awful date in history that is now

destined to be forever) Decided to spend my 56th birthday and 31st

anniversary somewhere away from the inevitable endless TV images of a

year ago.

Sept 16

I was half asleep, a week later, preparing for the midnight return

flight from Corfu airport. Having put my keys and coins in the

little box as requested and walking through the detector, the next

few seconds went:

Official (in Greek accent) : Excuse me sir!

Me (waking up!) Who me?

Official : Have you anything metal on you?

Me : Oh ... er ... only my hip!

Official : Hip?

Me : Yes, I have a metal hip.

Official : Metal hip ?

Me : Yes.

Official (to an even more official Official : Metal hip ?

More official Official : Oh yes! Metal hip! is O.K.!

Original official : Is O.K. sir, carry on.

The scary thing is, all this was done from a distance of 3 yards or

so. Nobody frisked me, waved a wand at me or even came for a closer

look. Guess I didn't meet the Greek security's terrorist profile

criteria!

Terry

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At 07:03 PM 10/1/2002 +0000, you wrote:

> Nobody frisked me, waved a wand at me or even came for a closer

>look. Guess I didn't meet the Greek security's terrorist profile

>criteria!

I set off the detectors here in Portland, although others are not as

consistent. I just got a card from Dr. Boyd's office-nobody even offered

to look at it, at either airport, so we know how good they are-lol. I get

wanded and patted down in Portland, and got shoes checked this time also.

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At 07:03 PM 10/1/2002 +0000, you wrote:

> Nobody frisked me, waved a wand at me or even came for a closer

>look. Guess I didn't meet the Greek security's terrorist profile

>criteria!

I set off the detectors here in Portland, although others are not as

consistent. I just got a card from Dr. Boyd's office-nobody even offered

to look at it, at either airport, so we know how good they are-lol. I get

wanded and patted down in Portland, and got shoes checked this time also.

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At 07:03 PM 10/1/2002 +0000, you wrote:

> Nobody frisked me, waved a wand at me or even came for a closer

>look. Guess I didn't meet the Greek security's terrorist profile

>criteria!

I set off the detectors here in Portland, although others are not as

consistent. I just got a card from Dr. Boyd's office-nobody even offered

to look at it, at either airport, so we know how good they are-lol. I get

wanded and patted down in Portland, and got shoes checked this time also.

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Hi,

Well I got my first little thrill of setting the metal detector off in

Australia this morning.......... up until then they and I seemed to be more

awake about me being on crutches etc....but I left them on the other check

belt and walked though...... Their eyes really light up - guess it is

generally very boring without us hippies......... they had to find a lady

then to pat down my hip joint area - just to see that there were no

suspicious bulges......... One can but hope no suicide bomber ever decides a

hip would be a great way to transport a bomb.

And yes I was returning from visiting my wonderful surgeon and he gave the

green light to walk without the crutches but I will need a stick for

sometime - possibly forever. I was thrilled that it only took me 8 weeks to

lose the crutches. Walking is a pretty weird affair as I am having fun

remembering how it is done after 35 years. I have the treadmill now to

practice on and hopefully can get it fairly right pretty quickly. Otherwise

I will spend a few days with my son at his uni where they like playing with

such challenges. Looks like I have also ended up with a bit of difference

in leg length, with the new hip one being a bit shorter. I figure this is a

small price to pay for a new life.

Lastly, I was amazed at the difference having the new hip has made to how I

coped with travelling. Arrived home after travelling most of the day to get

there no where near as tired as I had been doing similiar trips before the

new hip...........

Edith

> > Nobody frisked me, waved a wand at me or even came for a closer

> >look. Guess I didn't meet the Greek security's terrorist profile

> >criteria!

> I set off the detectors here in Portland, although others are not as

> consistent. I just got a card from Dr. Boyd's office-nobody even offered

> to look at it, at either airport, so we know how good they are-lol. I get

> wanded and patted down in Portland, and got shoes checked this time also.

>

>

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Hi,

Well I got my first little thrill of setting the metal detector off in

Australia this morning.......... up until then they and I seemed to be more

awake about me being on crutches etc....but I left them on the other check

belt and walked though...... Their eyes really light up - guess it is

generally very boring without us hippies......... they had to find a lady

then to pat down my hip joint area - just to see that there were no

suspicious bulges......... One can but hope no suicide bomber ever decides a

hip would be a great way to transport a bomb.

And yes I was returning from visiting my wonderful surgeon and he gave the

green light to walk without the crutches but I will need a stick for

sometime - possibly forever. I was thrilled that it only took me 8 weeks to

lose the crutches. Walking is a pretty weird affair as I am having fun

remembering how it is done after 35 years. I have the treadmill now to

practice on and hopefully can get it fairly right pretty quickly. Otherwise

I will spend a few days with my son at his uni where they like playing with

such challenges. Looks like I have also ended up with a bit of difference

in leg length, with the new hip one being a bit shorter. I figure this is a

small price to pay for a new life.

Lastly, I was amazed at the difference having the new hip has made to how I

coped with travelling. Arrived home after travelling most of the day to get

there no where near as tired as I had been doing similiar trips before the

new hip...........

Edith

> > Nobody frisked me, waved a wand at me or even came for a closer

> >look. Guess I didn't meet the Greek security's terrorist profile

> >criteria!

> I set off the detectors here in Portland, although others are not as

> consistent. I just got a card from Dr. Boyd's office-nobody even offered

> to look at it, at either airport, so we know how good they are-lol. I get

> wanded and patted down in Portland, and got shoes checked this time also.

>

>

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Hi,

Well I got my first little thrill of setting the metal detector off in

Australia this morning.......... up until then they and I seemed to be more

awake about me being on crutches etc....but I left them on the other check

belt and walked though...... Their eyes really light up - guess it is

generally very boring without us hippies......... they had to find a lady

then to pat down my hip joint area - just to see that there were no

suspicious bulges......... One can but hope no suicide bomber ever decides a

hip would be a great way to transport a bomb.

And yes I was returning from visiting my wonderful surgeon and he gave the

green light to walk without the crutches but I will need a stick for

sometime - possibly forever. I was thrilled that it only took me 8 weeks to

lose the crutches. Walking is a pretty weird affair as I am having fun

remembering how it is done after 35 years. I have the treadmill now to

practice on and hopefully can get it fairly right pretty quickly. Otherwise

I will spend a few days with my son at his uni where they like playing with

such challenges. Looks like I have also ended up with a bit of difference

in leg length, with the new hip one being a bit shorter. I figure this is a

small price to pay for a new life.

Lastly, I was amazed at the difference having the new hip has made to how I

coped with travelling. Arrived home after travelling most of the day to get

there no where near as tired as I had been doing similiar trips before the

new hip...........

Edith

> > Nobody frisked me, waved a wand at me or even came for a closer

> >look. Guess I didn't meet the Greek security's terrorist profile

> >criteria!

> I set off the detectors here in Portland, although others are not as

> consistent. I just got a card from Dr. Boyd's office-nobody even offered

> to look at it, at either airport, so we know how good they are-lol. I get

> wanded and patted down in Portland, and got shoes checked this time also.

>

>

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