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    This site is a (somewhat) faithful chronicle of the (often) stupid and (sometimes) funny things I've done and seen since moving from the U.S. to France in September 2003.

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28 September 2005

Tucson

Tucsonsept2005_024Tucson was definitely worth seeing (again).  We did go to Oktoberfest on Mt. Lemmon too - which at 9000 ft. didn't look anything like Tucson (grass!  trees!  cool weather!)  Tucson was in the upper 90s during most of the visit, but cooled down nicely at night.

On the way there our flight ended up being delayed 3 hours out of Chicago because of maintenance problems - we actually taxied down the runway but didn't take off. Uhh...  We ended up getting off that plane and boarded another, and I think that's the most frightened I've ever been during takeoff because the 2nd plane seemed kind of sluggish too.

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These pictures were from Mt. Lemmon - I took tons of pictures here because of this guy.  Isn't he cute?

And, sure enough, my bag got opened at the airport, and even tested positive for explosives (come on, it was a false positive).  They asked for my drivers license to write down my home address, and when I told them all I had was a French one, they said they'd just use my passport and asked the town that I grew up in.  I think I'm on some sort of watch list now. 

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Just wanted to mention that I'm very impressed with your site design. Lovely layout and fast loading, an unusual combination!

They're pretty scary when it comes to airport security in the US. It's like they know what they've got to do, but they don't know how to do it properly, and they have to somehow do what they don't know how to do without trampling on civil liberties or accidentally profiling travellers. As a result, my husband, who, with his dark skin, could easily look like a terrorist after a 12 hour flight to the US from our home in Israel, is allowed to run through US airports without being stopped, while 80 year old ladies flying from Newark to Florida complain about having had to remove their shoes and belts for security checks. Pretty sad, really.

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