I used to write for a comedian who told me one of the "perks" of appearing on talk shows. It was that every time he had some medium-to-small annoyance in his life, he could look on the bright side of it by thinking, "Good panel." That meant it could be material for his next appearance with Johnny, Merv, Mike or whoever. Little by little, I have come to feel that way about blogging.
I, unlike my suitcase, am in Las Vegas — at the airport, in fact. Where my suitcase is, God may know but Southwest Airlines hasn't the foggiest. I got there on time, checked in an hour before takeoff, even watched the security folks scan my bag and put it on the little conveyor belt…
…and that was the last anyone's seen of it. It might be on the next flight in from LAX, which is what I'm waiting here to see. Or it might still be on the plane I just got off, which has already continued on to Texas. Other, more horrible possibilities have also occurred to me.
Years ago, when I was coming to this town quite often, I gave up flying Southwest because this kept happening. I thought something might have changed but I guess not.
I have about twenty minutes before the next flight arrives. So what can I do in the meantime? I can blog about it.