These days, everybody seems to roll around airport terminals with little suitcases on wheels. Me, too. I bought a bright red one this time so I could spot it 200 feet down the concourse if some low-life ever decided to abscond with it. (After all, that’s where I keep my quilts!) Red must have been a popular color. Every third person has a red one. About a six months ago I was tooling around LAX when I spotted a flight attendant, about 100 feet in front of me, wheeling around his little “wheelie bag.” He caught my eye because the wheels on his carry-on case lit up! I chased him for two gates before I could catch him, but I finally did and found out they were roller-blade wheels! What a cool idea! Last month I got me some roller-blade wheels and had them installed on my JCPenney Special! The very nice man at the local roller rink put them on for me with much difficulty. Apparently we are not supposed to change the wheels on our suitcases. Should they ever need replacing, we’re supposed to buy a new suitcase. If you don’t believe me, try putting on roller-blade wheels that light up. It was a multiple-hour ordeal accompanied by much banging, pounding, prying, and rivet-popping. My poor little suitcase had its guts spread out all over the counter during the operation and it was a frightening sight. I’ve gotten many compliments with my new wheels. Everybody loves them, especially the security checkers. I think it’s time to petition the suitcase manufacturers for replaceable wheels on all suitcases. This is a concept they should get behind. Don’t you want wheels that light up? The suitcase people would hardly have to invent anything---the light-up roller-blade wheels already exist. How hard could it be to re-work the axle so we could pop different colored wheels on and off, as the spirit moved? Wait. Hold it. If you get light-up wheels too, then I’ll have to find something else so I can tell my suitcase from yours. I wonder if I could teach my carry-on to whistle Dixie! PS: Now you know what you were looking at in the picture at the top of the page. I had to turn off the flash on the camera to get the lights to show up. What you don’t see is my daughter, Jennie, spinning the wheels in the bathroom with the lights turned out. (Hey, where else could I find a dark room in the middle of the day?) You also don’t see the dog, who is in the bathroom with us, draped artistically in toilet paper. We spent several minutes, trying to coordinate the spinning with the picture taking, with much giggling. Humans can behave so oddly.