Thank heavens for uncommon names

I've always liked my name. First, lots of people compliment it. Second, everybody remembers it (although this is a distinct disadvantage when I can't remember their names). But, now I can add a new reason: it's such an uncommon name, there are no terrorists with it and I am therefore able to fly with impugnity. Not so for anyone named David Nelson.

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p>An interesting, amusing, eye-opening, and evenually deeply concerning article from The Oregonian provides a look into the travel life of anyone in this country whose name is David Nelson.

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p> You would think that in a world where the government can tie together what I ate for breakfast to the amount of refuse flowing from my house, they'd be able to figure out how to differentiate between the various David Nelsons.

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p> One last note: I don't agree with the columnist on the problem with the list being that you can't get off later. I think the problem is that it is just another in a long list of otherwise-useless tactics designed to create enough media attention about how overbearing they are to make people say "Wow! We must be safe! Look at how many people are inconvenienced."

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p> Thank you, Mr. Ashcroft, may I please have another?