I have, for over a year now, been getting mail for one James H. Troll. Despite having the same surname, I have no idea who this person is. I can only tell you two things about him.

First, he evidently has better credit than I, since more credit card companies seem to want him as a valued cardholder. Second, he's advanced in years. This I know because the bulk of his mail concerns medical plans and, failing that, funeral arrangements. I tend to give it just the amount of attention required to throw it out.

He got some mail yesterday, in fact. If he attends a preview of Humana's 2007 Medicare Advantage health plans to learn about the exciting benefits and services, he will be treated to a big-screen viewing of Casablanca.

This one caught my eye. Not that I care about the programs - even if my new job DIDN'T provide bennies, which it does, I would be about 25 years shy of Medicare requirements. I sure would like to see that movie, though.

I mean, Casablanca is the classic of all classics. It was a chick flick that men could enjoy by virtue of the fact that it had Nazis, shooting, and heavy drinking as well as all that kissy stuff. It was well written, well cast, beautifully shot, and provided the largest number of readily recognized catch phrases in movie history. I can think of five right off the top of my head.

I've never had the chance to see this on a big screen. In fact, I've never had the chance to see MOST of my favorites on the big screen. I would love to own a revival theater for just that purpose.

In the mean time, however, if I want to see it, I guess I'll have to walk all hunched over, wear old smelly clothes, and try to cough a lot.

A small sacrifice to make for Ingrid Bergman. Rick gave up a whole lot more.