02/02/2025
TSA Airport Story:
As a professional trumpet player turned fi****ms instructor, I had a crazy experience in a Florida airport. I live in Missouri and a friend hired me to play an Easter gig in south Florida. I travel with three trumpets in a triple case that I always take on the plane. The trumpet bag usually draws a bit of attention at the TSA station, but nothing more than a comment or two. On the trip to Florida, no problem, but on the return trip I put my bag through the x-ray machine and when the bag came out there were three TSA people standing there. I walked up and they asked me if this was my bag and I said “Yes.”, and then they asked me to step to another table. My mind starts to race! This is my big chance because I just know they are going to ask me to play one of the trumpets to make sure they are real. What “airport excerpt” would be the best? The opening to “Pictures At An Exhibition”, Mahler’s Fifth Symphony? The best part is I have a captured audience right here to do my thing. Then my heart sank, they said there was a bullet in my bag………. A BULLET!?? The lady dug the cartridge out and It was a .22 LR cartridge at the very bottom of the padding in the case. To get that far down in the case, that cartridge must have been in there for a very long time. Then this little LEO wanna-be starts interrogating me on if I had ever been charged with a crime, arrested, convicted of a felony, jay-walked or been mean to my mother; the list went on and on. Of course, I answered “No” to all the questions and he obviously didn’t believe me. He took my I.D. and left to check me out and I told him numerous times I didn’t have a criminal record. About 45 minutes later he returned, he gave me my information back like he was giving up his lunch money and reluctantly said he didn’t find anything. They took the cartridge, gave me my trumpet case and sent me on my way. Well, the moral of this story is, stay out of trouble and keep your record clean. It just might come in handy someday.
Marc
Cape Girardeau, MO
TSA Airport Story:
I have also had a similar experience as “Brad” concerning the TSA (Letters To The Editor: Nov/Dec issue 2024). As a professional trumpet player turned fi****ms instructor, I had a crazy experience in a Florida airport. I live in Missouri and a friend hired me to play an Easter gig in south Florida. I travel with three trumpets in a triple case that I always take on the plane. The trumpet bag usually draws a bit of attention at the TSA station, but nothing more than a comment or two. On the trip to Florida, no problem, but on the return trip I put my bag through the x-ray machine and when the bag came out there were three TSA people standing there. I walked up and they asked me if this was my bag and I said “Yes.”, and then they asked me to step to another table. My mind starts to race! This is my big chance because I just know they are going to ask me to play one of the trumpets to make sure they are real. What “airport excerpt” would be the best? The opening to “Pictures At An Exhibition”, Mahler’s Fifth Symphony? The best part is I have a captured audience right here to do my thing. Then my heart sank, they said there was a bullet in my bag………. A BULLET!?? The lady dug the cartridge out and It was a .22 LR cartridge at the very bottom of the padding in the case. To get that far down in the case, that cartridge must have been in there for a very long time. Then this little LEO wanna-be starts interrogating me on if I had ever been charged with a crime, arrested, convicted of a felony, jay-walked or been mean to my mother; the list went on and on. Of course, I answered “No” to all the questions and he obviously didn’t believe me. He took my I.D. and left to check me out and I told him numerous times I didn’t have a criminal record. About 45 minutes later he returned, he gave me my information back like he was giving up his lunch money and reluctantly said he didn’t find anything. They took the cartridge, gave me my trumpet case and sent me on my way. Well, the moral of this story is, stay out of trouble and keep your record clean. It just might come in handy someday.
Marc
Cape Girardeau, MO
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