So Sherry and I just got back from Tulsa where we had a really nice weekend. It's no secret that I don't like to fly. Only the love of my grandchildren (and kiddos) make me do it willingly and happily.

I get through the whole experience by sitting in an aisle seat and pretending I'm in a business meeting with all the other folks on the plane. I pretend I have to get up at any moment, all prepared and stuff, to talk about one issue or another.

So I dig deeply into a magazine article, or organize my daytimer, or listen to the tunes on my ipod with gusto, and figuratively transplant myself into "another world"....it gets me through the night, so to speak.

Anyway, today when we arrived at Love Field, we followed the pilot of our Southwest Airlines plane away from the gate and he had a "bumper sticker" on his flight bag that said "I've used up all of my sick days. Now I have to call in dead"...

This would be a clever bumper sticker if it belonged to little old me, that usually doesn't even have a passenger in my car, much less 137 other people, like a SWA jet.

But I'm kinda surprised that this guy thought that may be funny for his passengers to see.

Maybe it's just dark pilot humor. When I was working with the crime scene guys at the police department in Carrollton, you'd be surprised at what we all joked about!

So be it...I'm safe and sound on the ground.