And now for something completely different.

Last night, I had the best dream.

I was in my parents' garage, where they were keeping all these gorgeous brown tabby cats.

Like Whiskers here.

And Trixie...

And Wilford Brimley.  DIABETUS!

And Dad was with me and said, "You should hear them purr!"

Turned out, to make that happen, we had to sing to them.  We sang "Some Enchanted Evening" from South Pacific.  And so Dad and I were there in the garage, trying to out-Ezio Pinza each other.

And I woke up laughing.  Who can explain it?  Who can tell you why?  Fools give you reason, wise men never try.

Now, back to those typical airport security dreams.