My run-in with airport security

My run-in with airport security

“Welcome back, signore!” said the woman in uniform at the all-seeing security doorway which passengers must walk through to be allowed on a plane, as if it were the Holy Door of St. Peter. I was about to fly from Rimini on the Adriatic coast, not far south of my home in Ravenna, to Gatwick for a church service in remembrance of my father who had died two days short of his 100th birthday in July. My wife Carla says: ‘You do not look normal, you …