Our family can’t call it travel unless there are some twists and turns.
My son got on the plane on time. I was really late to work today…45 minutes late.
By the time I finished writing the appeal letter, found the cable to connect the printer to the computer, printed the letter so my wife could proofread it…you get the idea.
He was supposed to catch a connecting flight in Chicago before heading onto Philadelphia. However, a big storm rerouted him to St. Louis for several hours. Instead of arriving in Philadelphia at 7:35 as planned, he arrived in Chicago at 5:25.
If he took the next available flight to Philadelphia, he would have gotten in around midnight. The guy who was going to pick him up can’t do it that late because he has a final tomorrow morning.
So, he arranged to spend the night with friends of our family that moved to the Chicago area quite a few years ago and then fly to Philadelphia in the morning.
At least that is what he told me yesterday…What actually happened is quite different…
Our friends came to pick him up at O’Hare International Airport. There is just one problem with that…
Our son was at Midway. That is 60 miles further away from our friend’s house.
He took the 9:00 flight and some other members of the Drexel wrestling team picked him up at midnight.
