It was dangerous before, but now that my cigar cutter rests safely in the big pile of sharp things at LAX, we're all OK.

I guess it's a lack of imagination, but I'm unable to come up with a way to take over the plane with a cigar cutter. They had obviously done it before; they recognized the silhouette in the X-ray and asked me specifically to cough up the cigar cutter.

Interestingly, I was on a long trip, and the cutter had been in my bag through LGA, BOS, JFK, SFO, SEA, and SAN before LAX stopped the madness. It is good to know that someone is out there to save flyers from the cigar cutter-wielding maniacs like me.

Fly with assurance that your security is in good hands.

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