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I Don't Remember This Tragedy From 1987

There's been a few high jackings but yeah, kinda hard to keep up with them.....
 
There's been a few high jackings but yeah, kinda hard to keep up with them.....
Placing bets on how many posts till this one turns political? :BangHead::lol:
 
Things have certainly changed, more so since 9/11.
In the very early eighties I worked as a janitor at an international airport. I won’t name it, but it doesn’t matter anyway.
I was paid $4.25 per hour, which was minimum wage then, and less then the kids at McDonalds were making. I was the only, ummm, Canadian guy on a crew of immigrants. About twenty of us. The guys were mostly Sikhs, the women were Vietnamese. All were decent, honest, hardworking people. It totally changed my views on these matters. Anyway...
I had Credentials that gave me complete access to any part of the airport. I would, and did, push my cart past any security points. We explored the airport passages and tunnels when we had time. Some of us frequently speculated that it would be too easy for a passenger to simply drop a package of contraband in a trash can before security for us to retrieve, or for one of us to plant a package past security, for a passenger to retrieve and take on the plane. To my knowledge, none of us did this, but it would have been easy, and risk free.
One time, though, a coworker found a package of hashish that a passenger must have lost his nerve over and discarded before security. My coworker placed it in his pocket and took it home.
 
Things have certainly changed, more so since 9/11.
In the very early eighties I worked as a janitor at an international airport. I won’t name it, but it doesn’t matter anyway.
I was paid $4.25 per hour, which was minimum wage then, and less then the kids at McDonalds were making. I was the only, ummm, Canadian guy on a crew of immigrants. About twenty of us. The guys were mostly Sikhs, the women were Vietnamese. All were decent, honest, hardworking people. It totally changed my views on these matters. Anyway...
I had Credentials that gave me complete access to any part of the airport. I would, and did, push my cart past any security points. We explored the airport passages and tunnels when we had time. Some of us frequently speculated that it would be too easy for a passenger to simply drop a package of contraband in a trash can before security for us to retrieve, or for one of us to plant a package past security, for a passenger to retrieve and take on the plane. To my knowledge, none of us did this, but it would have been easy, and risk free.
One time, though, a coworker found a package of hashish that a passenger must have lost his nerve over and discarded before security. My coworker placed it in his pocket and took it home.
When I was in the military....similar stuff happened.
 
The Smithsonian Channel has a program call Air Disasters which has this incident as one of it's topics. Somehow they managed to find pieces of the gun used and there was enough of his finger still attached to it that they could get a fingerprint from it to identify the shooter.
 
Aerobatic air show pilot Julie Clark's father was killed in a similar incident in 1964 where a passenger shot both pilots and then himself.
 
Aerobatic air show pilot Julie Clark's father was killed in a similar incident in 1964 where a passenger shot both pilots and then himself.
Too many sickos in this world....
 
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