Barbara Ehrenreich: Minimum Wage Rises, Sky Does Not Fall

When I flew to Seattle last week, airport security gave me trouble over the four pound ham I was carrying. Several TSA officials gathered to consider the question of whether ham is a "gel," to which I retorted: If ham is a gel, so am I. I suggested that they biopsy it for hidden box-cutters.

I offered to divide it into 21 three-ounce chunks, each appropriately stowed in a Ziploc baggie. But no deal.