And sometimes not so little. I was whining about having to leave my little corner of paradise in an oceanfront room at the Four Seasons Resort the Biltmore Hotel in Santa Barbara. Jump in the rental car and fight my way downstream to the Hollywood Burbank 'Bob Hope' Airport after the calm of staring at the ocean. OMG! Back in the flow of traffic and taking what seems to be forever to drive all of 88 miles I arrived at the Enterprise rental car lot only slightly frazzled. Searching to make certain every last item was retrieved from my midget Chevy and stuffing things into bags every which way. I was way too early for my 2:50 p.m. flight, but I didn’t want to pay for another day of rental plus you just never want to take chances with the SoCal traffic. It's a much better idea to allow too much time, hang-out in the airport for a while, and imagine myself back in Santa Barbara.
So, I’m sitting at my Southwest gate. Three men move into the seats directly across from me. An elderly gentleman in a wheelchair, a guy in baseball cap sporting a capital “B”, and a guy in cool bowling shirt. I was really focused on the bowling shirt – I love that style. I kept glancing up. The man with the 
“B” hat was in the middle. Finally I began to focus on him. He was casually attired in a white shirt, gray pants, and nicely-worn white tennis shoes. I don’t know how many times I looked into his calm, tanned face before I thought, “Hmmm, he looks really familiar!” I thought I heard the word, ‘Hollywood’ and then I found myself straining to hear more. I didn’t want to approach without being sure – and the sound of his voice was so distinctive. Then I think I’m pretty sure. I didn’t want to be one of those looky-loos, some goofy celebrity hound. Then, the guy in the ultimately cool bowling shirt got up and I saw my chance.
I got up, moved across the floor, sat down and nervously said, “Are you…?” And he finished my sentence, “Johnny Mathis? Yes, I am.” I immediately apologized for intruding. Told him the sad story of having to leave beautiful Santa Barbara, but this was the end of my travel rainbow and the reason why the powers that be had me leaving early. This one little encounter left me smiling and giddy; though I must admit I felt so awkward. Naturally, the camera kept malfunctioning in my attempts to have one of his people take our photo. Oh, god, he must be asking himself when this will all be over. Eventually I had to give up and snapped a solo photo of him. Natch it was too dark. Finally I got the flash to work and got a reasonable photo of 
him alone – profile – not what I had hoped for but I’ll take what I can get.
Eventually the group’s flight to Las Vegas was called to board. Johnny was heading for a two-night gig at the Hilton. And what an average thing to do, but for JM and his friends to line-up along with the rest of the Southwest crowd. He was right in front of me under the 51-55/56-60 line And then he turned and said, “Is the camera working now? Let’s try again!”
Score! One more little thing..the word AWESOME says it all!