I was diagnosed Celiac 2001, age 53. A month after 9-11, we were visiting some friends in Chicago. So I foolishly thought that "hell yes, I can eat some deep dish pizza, I'll just wash it down with a lot of red wine." So I ate the pizza, got rip-roaring drunk, had to get an early AM flight home to Seattle. So there we are, at O'Hare, me with the hang over from hell, staring at soldiers with M-16's. That will snap you out of whatever in a big hurry! I found out, after we got home that the M-16's were not loaded, but they got my attention.