Runaway TrainChapter 114
Much to my chagrin, Ryan and Jill were prepared to depart San Diego – and Liz’s assessment of the airplane was entirely correct. It was almost two in the morning by the time we got back to Nashville. A storm in the flyover states forced us to divert northward until we wound up on almost the exact path we would have taken if we had been stopping in Cleveland for our parents. My Friday morning began way too early for my tastes. We had scheduled a therapy session when we thought we’d be...