Who Says Flying Isn't Fun Anymore

Was at Newark airport on Sunday on my way to the gate for my flight when over the P.A. the following was heard:

Attention, Continental Airlines is paging Darth Vader. Darth Vader, please meet your party at Gate 95. Darth Vader, please meet your party, Luke Skywalker, at Gate 95. Your flight for Star Wars is now boarding.

Perplexed faces were everywhere. More curious than amused as some public spaces such as airports use code names when alerting security personnel to an incident. This is what I thought might be happening as I assumed that airports had become devoid of humor. Perplexed turned to giggles as the next announcement followed only a few seconds later:

Attention, Continental Airlines is paging Mickey Mouse. Mickey Mouse, please meet your party at Gate 95. Mickey Mouse, please meet your party, Minnie Mouse, at Gate 95 for immediate boarding and departure to Orlando.

Quickies

There have been so many things I wanted to post recently, and I just never get a chance. Here are a few quickies.

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My wife was reading something to Molly, our 7-year old, that included the word "rheumatism." Betsy asked Molly if she knew what that word meant. Molly very proudly said, "Sure. It means having to do with being in your room."

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Saw the following license plate on a FedEx delivery truck: PLZNOTKT

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Boris Yeltsin died today. He always was so sickly, I just assumed he was already dead.

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I now know two people who have seen, on separate occasions, a man in Penn Station wearing a pink tutu.

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A couple of weeks ago there were news reports that Keith Richards had reportedly snorted a mix of cocaine and the ashes of his dead father's cremated remains. It was later denied by his publicist, but not before Richards mentioned that he was on the "Most Likely To Die" list for 10 years and was annoyed that he was taken off. Why does none of this surprise me?

More when I think of it.