My history with airlines over the years had been – um – interesting. I’ve flown twice with no identification – left my wallet once in a park in Los Angeles and the other time in my sister’s cottage in Vermont. I had no other IDs with me. However, the TSA agents were nothing if not understanding and allowed me to board my plane with only a minimum of fuss. Okay, maybe a maximum of fuss. Still, I managed to overcome all obstacles and wing my way home.
Read the full column in the Sept. 23 Advance.
