Every time I hear an airplane go by, I can't help but watch it, especially when it's an airliner. I wonder if more murderous fantatics are on board, planning another attack. My wife used to grin tolerably at my preparedness gear. Now she asks questions.<br><br>Also, I haven't been in the air since. Can't stomach the thought yet.<br><br>Don't want to be frisked and wanded by someone who may or may not know what they're doing, who is bent on removing any and all means by which I could defend myself.<br><br>Of course my wife wants to travel internationally. I do too, but less so. I have already said I'm going to get a good tranquilizer from my doctor before flying again. Or as I call it, being tossed through the air while strapped down in a glorified sardine can.<br>