You’ve been there. An ordinary trip that’s suddenly turned on its head, which is where Leesa and I find ourselves at the moment. One long ago evening on the tarmac at JFK, after we’d waited fully nine hours for thunderstorms to clear in Chicago, I remarked to the woman sitting next to me, we literally could be in Prague by now. She did not find this edifying. Storms along the Hudson River this evening washed out the railroad tracks just to the north, so our train is dead in the water, if you like. It’s chaotic here - teeming masses in the Croton-Harmon station - but the cavalry on the way.
Tonight’s mess isn’t my personal best.
One epic journey, from Budapest to London, included numberless trains, busses, a subway, taxis, a car ride from a kind Parisian and then the Chunnel, but no planes.
There’d been a fire at Heathrow’s Terminal 3 that day, et voila, I was in the roiling sea with the other lost souls.
My sister-in-law is motoring down from Albany right now to bring us home.
She’s lucky to have such a purpose-lead life.
Ubers to Saratoga you ask? Why they’re $1,200.00 cash on the barrel head.
If you had taken the $1,200 Uber ride, this might have ended up as one of the most expensive of lunches in your life! Ha ha.
you lead an interesting life...you should write a book...