It was New Year’s Eve day of 2001 and my husband and I along with two friends had plans to fly out of Logan airport to Las Vegas. We had made these plans and reservations almost 10 months prior never expecting something like 9/11 to happen. As all of you I am sure are aware 2 of the planes from 9/11 were out of Boston, so needless to say the security on this day was fierce. We had been told to show up hours early and we would go through intensive screening. The National Guard was still protecting the airports armed with large guns and walking with guard dogs. It truly felt like we were in a different country.
Now anybody who knows my husband knows just how dark skinned he is even during the winter. This winter however he was especially dark, for we had spent the last couple of weeks that summer in Italy and then we were in Florida at the beginning of December. The combination of all the sun and his naturally dark sicilian skin made him a very dark skinned boy. He was also sporting a big time 5 O’clock shadow being that we had arrived at the airport at 4:30 am and he had not shaved even though I told him to several times.
So as we wait in line for security at Logan, my husband is trying to make me laugh because I am deathly afraid to fly. I mean horrified beyond your wildest imagination, because of this I had gone and seen my PCP before we left and got a prescription for an anti-anxiety medication. The medication was just starting to kick in as we waited in line. I started to feel myself relax and get very silly, I was basically high as a kite. My husband kept making jokes about the ‘magic curtain’, which was a curtain that the National Guard would occasionally bring a passenger over to. We finally get to the head of the line and they ask for our I.D’s, we hand them over and I am passed through. My husband on the other hand jokingly asked security what was behind the magic curtain, to which they replied you’re about to find out. It seems that my husband may have fit a certain look and was brought behind the curtain. To this day he has never told me what really happened behind the curtain.
I on the other hand thanks to my happy pills was already on the plane even though our friends were yelling for me to stop and that my husband was being strip searched behind the curtain. He denies it, they swear to it. Unfortunately I never heard them and kept on walking to our seats and fell dead asleep. Only to be awoken by the flight attendant because they wanted me to confirm my husbands identity, yes due to his dark skin and wise mouth he had been red flagged. Now had I been in my right mind I would have remembered that I got married the prior July but I was in La La land and told the flight attendant that I was not married and went back to sleep. I was again woken up by my friends this time and told that they were not letting my husband on the plane because I had said he wasn’t my husband. Oops my bad, so off I went to let everyone know my husband was not a threat to national security and just your average smart ass. I still laugh thinking how he looked sitting between to heavily armed Guardsmen. Needless to say, he was not a happy camper on the flight to Las Vegas, but hey I guess next time he will know enough to shave and keep his mouth shut.