Call me paranoid (like everyone else), but the idea of having my name on a luggage tag leaves me feeling a little exposed. My overactive imagination envisions a network of baggage handlers scanning addresses and calling their network of home invaders to divest my four walls of all things choice and pricey. (In my house, they would be sorely disappointed).

The good news is my practical side keeps my crazy side in check, well most of the time. It also helps that in the old days when air travel was almost glamorous and polyester the uniform of choice, I worked in an airline lost and found department (and permanently scared as a result).

The reality is bag tags reunite people and things. Travelers with contact information in or on their luggage are usually reunited before you can recite the U.S. presidents backyards in Pig Latin. (Hey I never said we were expedient.)

So I read with interest a piece in The Seattle Times, courtesy of the Los Angeles Times: The best ways to tag your luggage.

I think they have some fine tips based on my experience in the sixth circle of ..uh, an airline baggage department, a place where Peaches and Herb sang our daily anthem: Reunited, and it feels so good...