How many guns didn't they find? Shot a wedding in Oakland in 2002. Got picked up by people who I didn't know, who didn't know me, who had been told to "look for someone who looks like a photographer." I bought them dinner 'cuz they'd spent an hour walking up to strangers and asking if they were me. We don't know each other but we're sitting around making conversation. About what? About shit that we lost to the TSA. "I lost my knitting needles." "I lost my nail clippers." "I lost the wine I was bringing for this wedding." "Weird; they didn't take my knife," one lady says. I make an observation about how little Victorinox jobbies can likely make it through etc. She stops me and says "No, I work for Buck." That's when she pulls up her pant leg and No, it wasn't "ceramic." Yes, it was that big. Yes, I have other stories. I know a guy who went through two connections with a couple highway flares in his carry-on by mistake.