Bob (brother coming to visit from Detroit) and Cathy (partner) are supposed to be arriving in London this morning. They emailed me late last night that they’d been re-routed to London via Houston, Texas, and were scheduled to arrive several hours later than they’d originally planned. According to the Heathrow flight board, their plane landed almost three hours ago, but they have not telephoned. As I listen to the loud noise of the phone not ringing, I am thinking of the hundreds of thousands of people who have waited over the years at the open end of catastrophe, hoping that the phone will ring with the news that someone they love has been rescued or found or has emerged from the rubble.
My best guess, though, is that their baggage has been lost in the last minute flight changes. Replacing a tooth brush and comb will not qualify has a Great Event.
Assuming that they do arrive, tired but in the appropriate arrangement of pieces, my postings will be sporadic for the next ten days or so.