The trip was uneventful, once I made it to the plane. Check-in was complicated by the AirTran curbside check-in guy checking me in as MyLastName, NotMyFirstName, a gentleman who apparently was also taking Flight 301 to Denver. I didn't discover this until I was getting in the security line and took a more thorough look at my boarding pass. Presuming that the TSA person checking ID would do better than the curbside guy, I had to get out of line and find an AirTran supervisor (lucked out there and didn't have to wait in line for that) who was able to get my boarding pass for me. My bag, however, was committed under NotMyFirstName.
Oh, there was one more kefluffle with the trip, when AirTran's baggage handling in Denver had some breakdown before all the bags from my flight were up. They passed them up by hand for a while, then finally got the conveyor system moving again. For a while I wondered if my bag was lost, and then wondered how long it would take to explain why I needed to put in a claim for a bag checked by NotMyFirstName. But after 45 minutes, my suitcase did appear.