So, Jack White was on my flight tonight, from NYC to Nashville. (I'm stealth and snapped this pic.) I kept my cool and only smiled and nodded at him instead of doing what I wanted to do...run up to him and say "Jack White! You're great! I'm going home to Nashville too! Did you notice that I'm carrying a guitar? Oh, and did I mention? I'm from Detroit, just like you! Also, your hair is cool! Lauren Markow (my exec. producer and Jewish mother) is gonna have a coronary when I tell her about this."