My first trip to Amsterdam was 1993. I couldn't believe it when on the way home my wife got asked to take off her bra because the underwire set off a metal detector. Luckily, my wife nevr minds taking off her bra (just kidding). Seriously, in the early '90s that was unheard of.

The funniest part was that i made it through --pierced, tattooed, etc. I got back to the States and jokingly thought "Darn, i should have brought back some drugs." I opened my suitcase and there was one of those giant Amsterdam joints that had fallen out of a pocket where I forgot I left it. I'm thinking I went through customs with nothing, and I've got a gram and a half in a joint lying out for anyone to see if they open my bag.