Sometimes we should listen to our children. At the beginning of my Oklahoma journey, I defied my daughter’s advice that airport mishap stories are surefire ways to make your friends at dinner suddenly realize they had a prior engagement and tried to make my trip to Oklahoma interesting in my post “The Seventh Deadly Sin.”
Last night I returned to rain-ravished San Francisco at 1:30 in the morning after 15 hours of travel, only 3 ½ of those actually flying on a plane. But today is your lucky day.
That’s all I’m going to say about it.