Another charming travel anecdote: on the plane returning from New Orleans, a family was seated across the aisle from me. A boy, no older than five, was shouting "I want the white one! Not the black one! You promised!" Getting no response, he slithered out of his seat belt and onto the floor. His father yanked him back into his seat, and he immediately began yowling "You broke my bone! You broke my bone!" Dad says "I did not, Garrison! You're lying!" Garrison: "Yes you did! Little pieces came off! I saw them! I'm seeeerious!" Finally Mom says "Oh, just let him have the white iPod." The white iPod! They were squabbling over the color of Garrison's iPod. Man, do I feel old.