sunset at 16:50 today - exactly 10 hours of day, here in mid-Maine.
and here is a question: which of the following two items appears more threatening to you?
The reason I ask is that one of these came home in my dear husband's checked luggage with no problems. The other was not allowed past security. Can you guess?
Avalanche cannons fire into the mountainsides out in Utah most mornings to break up snow fields in a controlled fashion. Apparently, the spent shell casings just lie around so he picked one up. The night he and N. got home, he pulled it out of his bag with a triumphant boyish grin - look what I got!
It is one of the most endearing things about J. It may seem strange that this is what warms my heart, but I love it that my nearly 50 year old husband came home from his ski trip with a howitzer shell.
He had taped a little note on the canister inside his bag - "spent shell casing - for a souvenir," fully expecting it to be confiscated. Nope, it went right through check in, no problem. The smell of gunpowder is sharp in the open end. Seems a little weird to me, and somehow unsettling.
Later he got stopped going through security because there was a 4 ounce yoghurt in his carry-on luggage. No sir, no yoghurt allowed. Eat it now or toss it out. America is safe once more.