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By education and experience - Accountant with a specialty in taxation. Formerly a CPA (license has lapsed). Masters degree in law of taxation from University of Denver. Now retired. Part time work during baseball season as receptionist & switchboard operator for the Colorado Rockies. This gig feeds my soul in ways I have trouble articulating. One daughter, and four grandchildren. I share the house with two cats; a big goof of a cat called Grinch (named as a joke for his easy going "whatever" disposition); and Lady, a shelter adoptee with a regal bearing and sweet little soprano voice. I would be very bereft if it ever becomes necessary to keep house without a cat.
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Update on TSA Precheck

OK, on top of my mixed feelings about how I qualified for Precheck in the first place (see blog post prior to this one) I have some very real gripes about the implementation.

The good news first. Both in leaving Denver on the 28th, and leaving my Ohio family on the 2nd, the lines for Precheck were much, much shorter. Three people ahead of me in Denver, and only one in Ohio. The Ohio staff was very jocular, very friendly. The Denver staff more stick-to-business, but nevertheless, a short line is a short line. Denver's airport has set up one of those twisting, back and forth, back and forth arrangements so you keep walking but really don't get anywhere very quickly. It was a real pleasure to step up, have my boarding pass checked, and be done.

It's true, you can leave your shoes on, leave liquids and toothpaste in your bag, leave your computer safely cushioned in its case, BUT. Passengers are directed through the old fashioned metal detectors. My artificial knees rang the alarm and I got patted down. I REALLY don't like pat downs. I always cooperate without comment, but the quick scan from the full body machine is much more comfortable. I know, I know, that an image of my full body shows up on a screen somewhere, but the person observing the scan and I are not face to face. I don't feel anyone else's touch on my person. Plus, it's faster. Quite a bit faster. The staff at the check point put in a call for a female co worker, and that always takes some time.

So, good news and some bad news which sort of erases the good news completely.

I may inquire the next time if I can leave my carryon items on the belt beside the metal detector and take myself and my shoes over to the scanner. In the meantime, I am on the lookout for a place where I can file an observation to the very real offset to the pleasure of the shorter line.

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