another bag search at the airport security. i only have carry on luggage, so i went through some trouble of figuring out the liquids, risking my magic trick of juggling two transparent bags each with the approved amount of liquid stuff. and it works again! neither is it the old patch on my sweat shirt, empire will be destroyed, which maggie gave a doubtful look when she dropped me off at the airport. it’s… a potato. the single potato wrapped in cellophane that i got at the New Market supermarket, well hidden in my bag, provoked their suspicion. for once i couldn’t agree more with the homeland security people, this potato is a most dangerous and explosive object.