The Snow Globe
The other day I went into the Logan Airport Hudson News to buy a Boston snow globe. At first, I couldn’t find one. Then I spotted a few huddled on the top shelf behind the baked bean T-shirts. I brought down a skyline model with confetti stars and brought it to the register.
“You can’t take this through,” the clerk said.
He tilted his head over to the woman sitting at a desk at security writing down the list of liquids passengers wanted to take on the plane.
“Well, you can ask her, but there’s too much water in this.” Too much water. The liquid ban.
Snow globes—literal globalizations—have become the latest victims of terrorism. I fear for the future of my collection.
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