Which is weird because I don't remember Travolta ever having a mustache. Maybe it's not a mustache. Maybe it goes somewhere else. Somewhere more personal.

Anyway, the wig is great and I totally fooled my downstairs neighbor into thinking I was a police officer and I had to be let into her bedroom to check for fugitive. She became very frightened and her robe opened a little bit (don't worry, I got an eyeful - wink!). I proceeded to go into her room and as I was saying "No sign of him, ma'am" I turned around and there she was -- sans robe!

Well, there was an embrace and then we were somewhere where time just stopped and we held each other tightly and confidently. And I asked her where this place is that time could stop and she said, "Tucson." I said I'd not heard of that but maybe we should find our way to Big Beaver, Pennsylvania. She nodded enthusiastically.