Ruth left Thursday, to bring Dan home from Heartspring for winter break. She would fly into the Wichita airport, and the Heartspring staff would bring Dan to the airport for their flight to Portland.
However, the pilot of the little plane going into Wichita decided that he couldn't land there because of fog. I don't know if the problem was the plane's capabilities, or the pilot's certification for that level of complexity.
So Ruth ends up in ... Omaha. For the night. The next day they load up the little plane with the stranded passengers and push on to Wichita, where Ruth found she was unable to book flights to Portland until today.
It is snowing here, and it is supposed to snow a lot here in the next day or so. As long as they let the planes land, that is OK with me. I am eager for Dan's overdue winter break to commence.
Whatever ticks me off or tickles my fancy today: politics, news and society, music, movies, books, cooking, autism, and anything else bright and shiny in the world of ideas.
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