YesterdayI was flying back from Washington DC and having much less tolerance than usual for being cooped up in an airliner. Meanwhile we were vectored so far around storms in the Northeast that it was necessary to land in Little Rock for more fuel! I heartily commend the caution that gives storms a wide berth, but Lord, I was glad to get out of that jet in Houston. Then I couldn’t find the baggage carousel to pick up my bag, until I realized that the carousel’s electronic signage said Continental Flight 1757 from *Little Rock.* Oh.