The Bench.

I live in New York and outside of Times Square, John F. Kennedy International Airport is the most chaotic place in the city.

Every time I go there, it's a zoo.

Tens of millions of passengers go through that airport every year.

And every person, bag, and dog carrier on any flight has to go through some kind of screening.

And for the most part, it is pretty routine.

But every now and then, there's that one person,

that one bag that breaks up the monotony, and makes headlines.

About 28 pounds of cocaine were seized at JFK

after being found in the way.

Like the woman who tried to smuggle cocaine in the wheels of her wheelchair,

or the guy who was caught with 35 songbirds hidden inside hair curlers or this one.

Let's take a look at this, a sticky situation at Kennedy Airport.

A guy had packed two jars of peanut butter in his suitcase and they were filled with parts from a disassembled semi-automatic handgun.

But last summer, I heard this story that I think beats them all, because what these folks brought

into JFK three decades ago is still making headlines today, like actually today.

And that story starts here.

On British Airways Flight 173 on July 1st, 1992.

There's these two people traveling together. There's a woman, Leona.

She's in her late 20s.

She's a punk, a little scruffy.

And then there's this much older man, Larry.

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