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The fine print

On my Delta flight back to NYC from Toronto today,  I was flipping through Sky magazine,  and an article on the Mississippi Delta caught my eye.

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Where to go.  What to do. All the summer festivals,  food and drink.

As I skimmed the recommendations,  one bolded phrase caught my eye:

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Pull up a chair and have a helping of barbecue at Kentucky’s Fancy Farm Picnic – –  the world’s largest picnic – –  held in August.

Look at that,  friends and family!  We’ve got another publication to add to the list!

I almost grabbed the PA from the flight attendant to get everyone to read page 83…but decided to let them discover it for themselves.

It’s more fun that way.

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Kennedys on a plane

I read today that Bobby Kennedy Jr. filed for a divorce from his wife Mary.

That’s too bad.  They seemed like such a nice couple…when I met them.

Yeah, you read it right.  I met Bobby and Mary Kennedy.  They sat next to me on a flight from Denver to Aspen.  We were all en route to the 2nd Annual US Comedy Arts Festival. I was on a research trip for Hallmark Cards; Bobby was going to introduce Garry Trudeau, his good friend and creator of the “Doonesbury” comic strip, who was being honored at the festival.

The small jet had no first class; that’s why they were seated next to me.  I recognized them immediately when they boarded just moments before take-off — my mother loved the Kennedys like most Catholics of her generation — but I kept my mouth shut.

They were very friendly, though, and chatted with me during the short flight.  When they realized I was going to the festival as well, they mentioned their friend Garry — by first name only — and said ‘perhaps they’d see me there.’

It was a great story to share with my co-workers, who were seated elsewhere on the plane.

I attended the Doonesbury retrospective and only made the ‘Kennedy connection’ when Bobby stepped up to the podium to introduce ‘his friend Garry.’  After the event was over, attendees were invited to a gallery next door exhibiting framed “Doonesbury” cartoons.

As I was milling around with my co-workers, I suddenly heard shouts of  “Carla!  Carla!”

There across the room were Mary and Bobby Kennedy, smiling and waving.  Garry Trudeau stood at their side.

The rest of the evening was kind of a rock star moment for me.  I got to hang with the Kennedys for a little while.  I met Garry Trudeau, whose comic strips explained the entire Watergate phenomenon to me as a child…and I was able to get his autograph for my brother Kent.

And best of all?  The look on my co-workers’ faces.

Priceless.