Sep 1, 2018 · 1 min read
On a trip to Venice with friends, I got a pass for the nitroglycerin I carry for a heart condition. My friend got a pass for her epinephrine pump (for stinging insect allergies, which could easily be a lethal weapon). Her husband got pulled aside for a butter knife he’d brought to separate pages of a watercolor paper block.
We were white; he was Puerto Rican. Not a funny story but true.
