New York City. As we prepared to part company with Jon after a fun day in New York, we walked out the side door of Grand Central Station and there were an unusual number of police in full riot gear with helmets and automatic weapons.
This officer noticed my LowePro pack and said "nice pack" and while I was waiting for him to inspect the pack for a bomb and strip search me on the sidewalk he proceeded to ask Jon and me what we "shot." John pulled out his new Canon 1D Mark III and I pulled out my 5D and he said "well, I only have a 30D but I’m having problem with a lens, can I ask you a question?"
We stood here a while talking (he was very nice) and I was thinking Jon ought to run back to his hotel, put his 300mm f/2.8 lens on his camera and come back to this guy and say "you call that a weapon?"
Instead we talked about photo gear until his commander got a bit irritated and asked him to "move out." Before we did, I asked politely if I could take a picture and realized I still had a circular polarizer on my lens, rushed to get it off and took a few pictures, none of which turned out well. We all scattered, Jon back to his hotel, Anne and me to our waiting train for the long ride home to Connecticut.