Yesterday, while cooking meals for my family to enjoy while I am away, I sliced my finger open.  More accurately, my through my entire fingernail.  The doctor at the emergency room said that he could apparently stitch through the fingernail to keep things together, but he thought that my finger was doing a good job of ‘staying together’.  Stitching through the fingernail sounded so wrong anyhow.

So this morning Jim and I arrive at the airport – a beautiful snowy day, not enough to really stop things, just slow us a little.  We get on the plane, pull back, get de-iced and wait… and wait… .and wait… then… ‘Ladies and gentlemen, our indicators tell us that our left flap is not functioning, we are going to pull back into the gate and have maintenance take a look.’

Originally Jim and I were hoping to see Scott Monty of Ford at the Detroit airport at roughly 11am.  Now that looks like it will be closer to 5:30pm. Luckily Jeff and John will be arriving a bit earlier!

The adventure has begun!

/colin