Of my latest airport misadventure

Once again I have flown the friendly skies. This time, I flew to Vermont to visit my sister, Sheila, at her lovely lake home. My flying misadventures have been fodder for previous columns, but I will give you the Reader’s Digest version here, in case you’ve forgotten:

I once missed my flight because I was engrossed in a crossword puzzle and missed the announcement that my plane was leaving from a different gate.