Someone left a comment on my last blog and as I re-reading the entry I laughed when I realized that I had written, "The flight to London was uneventful." Little did I know that I was having a brush with fame. When I got off the plane, the paparazzi were swarming the jetway. I thought it was weird because usually they do not allow photographs to be taken before you clear customs. I wondered who in the world they were shooting. Then I realized the young, very short teenage boy who was walking 3 feet in front of me was who they were shooting. I was right behind him, sure I was in the picture frame. I thought to myself, I should smile in case I'm in this photo. Then I forgot about it. Until the next day when I thought...oh, I should google, "who arrived at Heathrow on March 3" and find out what all the hullabaloo was about. So I did. And this came up.