I traveled to Pennsylvania this week for the Anabaptist Foundation board meeting, and the meeting of the Anabaptist Foundation Open Hands Fund Committee. My flights took me from Sioux Lookout to Thunder Bay, Thunder Bay to Toronto, and finally from Toronto to Philadelphia. On this route, on the way down, I went through security in Thunder Bay and Toronto. If you remember my comments about TSA from my trip to Haiti last month, you know I don't really enjoy going through security.
On my way South this week the security staff in Thunder Bay were polite and smiled, even though I set off the beeper on the scanner. They didn't yell at me, and were actually friendly. The same was true in Toronto.
As I was driving to the airport in Philadelphia Thursday morning, I was thinking about the security people and especially TSA. I had pretty much convinced myself that Canadians are polite and gracious, and it must be something in the culture of the country that makes the TSA people seem so rough in comparison.
Then I arrived at the airport and checked in. I proceeded to security. What a pleasant surprise! the TSA lady looked at my passport and boarding pass. She smiled and said, "Ezra. What a lovely name!" "Well, thank you", I replied. She smiled some more and wished me a safe and pleasant trip. The TSA people at the scanner were polite and the one agent asked me almost apologetically if he could pass his swab over my laptop.
I was pleased and impressed. It just proves that people can do a difficult job and make it pleasant. Now I'm curious about the differences between Philadelphia and Miami, as well as some of the other airports I have been through.
Then there is the thing about my name. I have a first name I never use unless required to by law. Since September 11, 2001, I need to use my first name when I travel by air. So, all my airline tickets are issued to Ezra Merle Burkholder. Sometimes people have never heard the name Ezra. One agent asked me if I know it is a Bible name. When I said I did know that, she asked me what Ezra in the Bible had done. So, we had a little Bible quiz right there at the airline counter. Once I was asked if I am Jewish, because it is a Jewish name.
Sometimes my first name catches even me off guard. Last week the medical clinic here in Sioux Lookout phoned our house and asked to speak with Ezra. I don't think she pronounced it quite properly, but anyway, I told her she must have the wrong number. She said she was sure she had the right number. I asked her again who she is looking for, she told me again she was looking for Ezra. I told her there is no one in this household with that name. Then she said, "let me spell it for you, E - Z - R - A". "Oh", I said, "that would be me". Then she didn't quite believe me. So, from there our conversation went to me trying to convince her that she was speaking to Ezra, but I just never use that name. She made me give her my middle name and my birthdate and a few others things to prove that I really was Ezra.
Now, that was a little embarrassing! Maybe when I go in for the appointment they will run a few checks for memory loss!