Thursday, December 19, 2013

Incommunicado

A secret message I noticed this morning on the wall of our corner bagel shop. If I'd been able to read it, might it have told me I'd be sitting on the tarmac at JFK nearly two hours after scheduled departure for San Diego? Might it be able to tell me if and when we'll finally take off? [Update: we made it, got in just over 2 hours late.]