/We went walkin' about midnight yesterday in Savannah. . .not through the Garden of Good and Evil but down the main drag to the Marriott Riverside conference hotel. Despite my tweets and other teasers about John Berent's book, this walk was because we arrived about then --several hours after we were scheduled to arrive -- and were looking for a place to buy a glass of wine. (Every place was closed by the way - no wine).
Let me make it clear: after missing Alaska's flight 261 a few years ago by only three days (the flight that ended up in the Pacific Ocean killing all on board) I don't take flying lightly. It is not for the faint of heart. I consider flying the means to an end, as was the case yesterday: we were flying to get to Savannah - which we did, although somewhat later than we had planned.
Not long after I wrote from 35,000 feet above the United States, our plane slowed (at least it didn't circle for an hour as others had) on our approach to Atlanta. The flight attendants said to expect 'severe weather" in Atlanta, the city where we could connect to our 39-minute flight to Savannah. Later, on the ground, we learned they'd been under a 'tornado watch'. And so we joined thousands of others in Atlanta who waited for the weather system to pass and the congestion it had caused to ease.
We were among the lucky ones and we reached Savannah at about 11 p.m. instead of the earlier expected 8 p.m. Others in our conference delegation had flights cancelled and didn't arrive until the early morning hours today. Was it worth the trouble of getting here? You betcha! More on that tomorrow. . .