When I go next week to the Dover airport for a flight, I'll be subject to the new passenger-search methods. I don't think I'll accept the full-body x-ray, because that would disturb my Korean War shrapnel and trigger my mad-cow disease. I guess I'll have to submit to the close-body manual search. I can only hope it'll be done by a bleached blond. I won't have her arrested if she touches my "junk," but, boy I'm surely going to charge a bag-handling fee to my airline.