Ten mintes later we are in a line-up again. Everybody around me is in a good mood but anxious about whether we get in on time. Being somewhat old hand at this I can console them that the line goes pretty fast. Actually my son is giving some Germans advice on how to find a good place in the security line; he is convinced that the express line is slower than the bag line. Yesterday the security person found my disposable razor in my knapsack (I thought I might find time to shave my legs at my friends hotel and then forgot I had the razor with me); she held it up and said " Hey, I am holding Silken Laumann's razor." They got a laugh out of everybody within earshot and had me blushing Canadian red!  --Silken