Well I have just returned from my business trip to the old U.S of A and I have decided to bring to you my experiences over the last few days from my
Let me begin by stating that I had a very good time and the trip was both productive as well as informative. I traveled to the great state of
Pennsylvania and through my brief research on my phone while awaiting my layover flights i discovered it was a open carry state, a swing state
politically and home to one of the oldest breweries in the United States produces a delicious local beer name Yinglings.
My journey began in Toronto's Pearson International Airport (YYZ for those who travel often) where my first step to my American excursion was American
The time was approx 5am for my early morning flight at 7am and the American customs agents looked tired and not so eager to review everyone's
application for travel. I approached the desk and handed him my passport and said a good morning and a how are you?. My greeting was meet will silence
and a sleepy stare as he handed back my passport. Not a single word was exchanged as i was waved through the check and my adventure began.
The relatively quick and silent stop had unnerved me a bit, but the excitement of my trip, seeing as i have not traveled via plane in 5 years,
returned quickly once more. Next stop was security and upon my arrival at this check i saw a women being curtly told her large bottle of water was not
allowed through the check. By the time i was quickly waved through the medal scanner and my carry on was only scanned via the x-ray machine, i saw the
women being escorted to a small side room by 4 security officers.
Next stop LaGuardia Airport New York.
I always found airports to be a interesting cross section of all the people in the world and was surprised to see how busy this airport was. This was
a bit of a longer layover in which i had a few hours to kill waiting around. While sitting at my gate the next part of my story begins.
While walking to my next gate i noticed a odd number individuals in Grey sports coats walking the airport in conjunction with the regularly uniformed
TSA officers. Men and Women with blank expressions who were scrutinizing everyone they passed. The sensation of being observed hit my like a title
wave and i remembered where i was, New York. I passed TSA checks on my travel to my next gate where i observed person after person being subjected to
far more thoroughly examinations then i experienced in Toronto. I Saw old couples, I saw young children and many others prostrate against the walls in
side stations be examined.
I finally reached my gate and began my wait and begun looking around to ease my boredom. That is when i noticed the middle aged gentlemen across from
me with a crew cut and a what appeared to be a travel pack for a solider. I presumed he was a member of the armed forces for either Canada or US and
my guess would be proven correct later on in my tale. I watched for almost 3 hours as this individual was repeatedly confronted by the individuals in
the grey sports coats to present his ID and destination, which i thought strange as this happened 4-5 times in a relatively short span of time.
When I boarded my next flight i was surprised to see that i would be sitting next to the gentlemen i had just mentioned and eventually struck up a
conversation. It turns out that gentlemen was a US solider and veteran of the recent Iraq conflict. He was a very nice individual, returning home to
see his family and we shared a lengthy conversation over the flight.
I had felt a little hesitant to ask him about the Grey jacket security, which eventually I asked what their interest in him was, but he initially
explained that they were an extra level of security in New York state since 9/11. He then explained that recently he had felt more and more
uncomfortable in the airports with the extra level of security but did not link any connection with his military service.
We parted ways and I was off to my hotel to spend the next few days doing work. The locals were very pleasant and i was sad not see anyone using their
right for open carry, as being Canadian my view of gun is far in between. None the less, the beer was good, the people friendly, the bars full of
smoking and a lovely variety of accents. I to was of interest in return when i unconsciously let some Canadian slang out or said "eh" one to many
times. I was also told that i said "houses" and "about" differently that was noticeable.
Another uncommon sight, maybe due to my location, was a large group of young men, probably just out of high school boarding a bus hooting and
hollering about the excitement of basic training. I listened for a moment and found that a lot were shouting comments anti middle eastern rhetoric
that closely mirrored comments you would find in the MSM. I was concerned because i got the impression that these kids would fight tooth and nail
believing some of the garbage we know to be misinformation.
In most of my social interactions that was not related work, i found the topics of Obama care, Gun Laws and Republican policy to be at the heart of
most discussion, as well as Hurricane Issac. I was pleasantly surprised that most people i spoke with seemed to believe some kind of conspiracies were
taking place in their country, weather they would openly admit to it or not.
My stay was relatively normal and pleasant and soon it was time to once again leave.
The TSA going back was once again appeared very thorough, but once again i was waived through relatively quickly only required to go through a metal
detector and not the other more complicated scanners. I am not sure if i was easily recognizable as a friendly Canadian, but i experienced no overtly
I was once again waiting for my next flight for quite awhile as i was advised to always arrive very early because you never know how long security may
take and next thing i know i found my self sitting at a bar drinking a Yinglings.
A older gentlemen sits next to me, head full of grey hair and with a military tattoo of sort proudly displayed on his forearm. Again my guess was
correct as we began talking and he told me of his time in the service. What was weird was he had slowly but surely start speaking about the state of
the country and how it saddened him. I did not ask much, as i felt uncomfortable to do so, but he shared some of his opinions.
This man, this veteran said one thing to me that stuck with me my entire trip home. I wrote them down in my phone to make sure i didnt forget. He
"Something is changing in this country, I cant tell you if its for the better or for the worse, but all i know is that I as American that our rights
and freedoms will not be taken away without a fight".
Again i may have missed a word or two in my haste to jot this down in my phone when he left, but i found myself thinking of it the entire trip
I made it back home safe and sound and decided that though I did not observe much of the conspiracies we discuss daily on this site. I did notice a
underlying current of something, that I as a Canadian may not be able to put my finger on, but felt the need to let you guys know.
If you made all the way through my post thanks for reading. I hope to visit America once again very soon.
EDIT: Some may think me naive to post a tale of these relatively benign experiences, but to me they warranted discussion to be consolidate my view
point on the American environment
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