Irony, thy name is air travel. Since I was just informed that my first flight of the evening has been delayed, jeopardizing my connection (no matter what the gate agent says, we'll have to hustle once we reach Detroit, if we do land on time), I might as well write this up now, particularly since the film may wind up being a tribute to an era that may be passing, security-wise. (The irony here is that at my dad's insistence we arrived at the airport 2.5 hours before our flight was scheduled to depart and have sat around since then.)
( Where am I again? Who am I? )