Mirrors and stars - and graffiti - at a sidewalk sale in Savannah, Georgia. Many of the mirrors are framed with decorative ceiling tins salvaged from old houses. Hmmm, wonder where if they'll have any left by the next time I visit Savannah. And will they fit into my luggage?
When I first took Jordana to college, we'd been to visit her grandparents. I was carrying an antique mirror bought in San Francisco, that I wanted to take back to France. But Delta Airlines security would not let me bring it on the plane, even though by phone they'd assured me it was fine. Not only that, but the airline counter agent threatened to have the mirror destroyed if someone didn't pick it up by the time our flight for Savannah departed! My antique mirror!
It was my birthday and I was emotional enough at taking my daughter to college; the agent's rude behaviour was the last straw. I burst into tears, then another kinder agent let me phone a friend, who promised to pick it up later that day. A friend who works for a different airline told me the FAA probably considered the mirror a security risk, as it could be shattered and used as a weapon. But that was no excuse for the airline employee's hostility.
The mirror eventually found its way back to my parents' home. There it remains, leaning behind a folder (a tall piece of furniture that opens to unfold a bed) that belonged to my grandparents, awaiting passage to France. Photo by Stratton Hatfield. Click to enlarge.