Yesterday I was working at Customer Service at the airport when a gentleman came up because he had missed his connection to Memphis. I took a look at his boarding pass and remarked on his name, Thelonious Monk. "Are you related?" I asked. He replied that the famous jazz musician was his father. In chatting with him while I tried to find a way for him to get to Memphis, I found out that he is also a jazz musician, a drummer. It was nice to be able to help him get to his destination, sorry that he would be a little late. Later when I mentioned meeting him to a co-worker they didn't recognize the name. I suppose that is normal since last fall when there were some "aging" rock stars waiting for a plane at a gate I didn't recognize the name of the band that they played with but several of my co-workers did.
Last fall I was thrilled when I was checking passports for an international flight, I got to meet one of my favorite authors, Alexander McCall Smith. There was only one flight attendant that I told who knew who he is. Even several years ago when I helped a gentleman named Winston Churchill, few recognized the name (my passenger was the grandson of the English PM).
C'est la vie!
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