After taking a few pictures inside the terminal at Boston’s Logan International, I went outside to get a shot of the skyline. There, a state trooped in storm boots and Jodhpurs told me I wasn’t allowed to take pictures here since 9.11, and that was why he was there. I think he meant the rules were not posted but he was just being an asshole.
Maybe he was a Puritan who didn’t like your Maine accent (yes, you have one). Seriously, this doesn’t sound right at all. Actually, it sounds absurd (the cop in this case, not you)
It is absurd. But two hours from a flight I could not miss, I wasn’t willing to test the waters with a kid wearing knee-high patent leather boots.
It was only prudent to catch the flight. If that kid only knew the things you’ve seen and done for work the last 20 years, he might not have thought he had an exclusive, self-righteous claim to patriotism.
I’ve seen enough jack-booted thugs to last a lifetime. Kids like this don’t realize how close to a brown shirt they are and would be offended if you told them.
BTW, nice picture of Gerda, wrapped against the cold with her scarf …very Euro 🙂
Now if only I could look less like one of the Griswalds . . .