I had a truly strange dream last night. I dreamed that I was singled out for a TSA pat-down. I went reluctantly, telling them that I sing when I’m nervous. (This is not true in my waking life, by the way.) As they started to pat me down, I started to sing The Star-Spangled Banner. The more they patted, the louder I sang. And since this was a dream, I was singing in tune. Gradually, all airport noise around me stopped, and everyone started singing The Star-Spangled Banner with me.
Then I woke up.
A tuneful protest? An acknowledgment that this world of invasive physical searches is, of necessity, the new American way? The result of too much Haagen Daaz Chocolate ice cream at bedtime? I honestly don’t know. I pass it on to you for what it’s worth.