This weekend I took a flight to Los Angeles and chose a Delta itinerary that took me via Salt Lake City.   On board the first leg, PHL–Salt Lake, we were cruising along, and I decided to take a little bathroom break. Suddenly, there was an announcement over the intercom asking for a doctor, as there was a medical emergency.  Flight attendants were running with concerned looks on their faces back and forth, and I was trying to get out of the bathroom door by the cockpit. The head flight attendant was on the phone with the Captain to call about a possible diversion to Detroit.  The woman had passed out, and there seemed to be some concern that she was not breathing.  Her husband was slapping her face to revive her (or maybe it was just payback?) — anyway, the slapping seemed to work. The woman was revived and given oxygen.  It turns out her husband was a doctor; I wonder what school covers the wife-slapping class? : ) I was on a flight many years ago when a trip to LAX was diverted — well, actually returned to Newark.  A very pregnant flight attendant was having some issues; they had to turn the plane around, again, near Detroit and back to Newark.  The plane circled the airport dumping fuel before we landed, and the flight attendant was taken off. When we departed from Newark for the first time, the woman next to me was fast asleep, and never woke until we landed after the diversion back to Newark. She awoke and looked at me and said, “Are we in Los Angeles?” I said, “No, Newark,” and everybody laughed. Anyway, these things happen, and I have heard all sorts of stories, including one about a man who died on an international flight to the U.S. (airline name to be withheld), and the Marketing Director of the airline was put in charge of returning the deceased’s belongings to the widow (who flew over to claim the body), including $30,000(US) in cash. Good thing we travel now with defibulators— they do get used! — Fran Gallagher, publisher and CEO