It’s in-service week and I am traveling a lot from place to place.

As I was leaving Mobile, someone asked if I heard what happened in London…I hadn’t. I found out quickly about the arrest of 21 persons who were planning some bombings using liquids on planes. I knew this was going to affect my travel. I didn’t know how much.

• My first leg—from Mobile to Atlanta was mildly delayed. Arriving in Atlanta I was told I’d still make the Evansville flight. I called my Evansville host and told them things looked good as I boarded the plane. Maybe a one hour delay….
• We sat on the runway for 3 hours…delayed traffic and then a storm. Then they informed us we didn’t have enough fuel so we returned and deplaned.
• I got booked on 2 follow up flights, both leaving at the same time—one directly to Evansville, the other to Louisville (100 miles away). The flights were due to leave at 11:45 pm.
• I was so pumped as our plane arrived and we were told we could board in 15 minutes. Then my heart sank as I heard the announcement that the flight was cancelled because the crew had flown too much.
• I ran across the concourse and boarded the flight to Louisville. Tired, I fell asleep as soon as I buckled up. Ninety minutes later, I felt a bump and thought we landed. We hadn’t taken off; the bump I felt was the equipment used to push the plane back breaking. Another delay.
• We land in Louisville at 3 am. After landing (I have no IDEA where my luggage is) I rent a car from the airport and drive the 100 miles to Evansville. I got to the hotel at 5 am on Friday when I was supposed to be there at 5 pm on Thursday afternoon.

There are really no BAD days “at my job” but this was a long one. As Gene Monterestelli said, “The life of a rock star, coach.”

I thank God for safe travel and the people who are involved with that, in all its forms, every day.