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03-19-2008, 04:41 PM
Weather Channel devotees who are also apprised of my personal schedule (these folks number in the thousands) might have noticed that flights to Oklahoma from New England must pass through Dallas-Fort Worth Airport (also known as Dis) and that yesterday horrendous thunderstorms and what at least one report called a tornado made landing there impossible; our pilot came inches -- well, a hundred feet or so -- from the runway before lifting off again, unable (he would tell us later) to see the runway at all. Instead we were borne to Shreveport, LA, to rest and wait and get gas (I myself anyway was having a little discomfort with nothing to eat but peanuts), and sat there for the next three hours on the tarmac while decisions were pondered among the Archons. At last we were offloaded and put on busses back to Dallas, where, of course, all our connecting flights had been cancelled, all rental cars were taken, and American Airlines had nothing furhter to offer, not even explanations. The soonest flight we could get to to Tulsa, closest airport to the fabled Ponca City, was Thursday night, which somewhat obviates the journey, which would then have begun after it ended.
L rose to this occasion as she always does, with bravery, good cheer, disregard of discomfort, and inventiveness. She is actually an afficionado of disasters ("ones that don't hurt anybody"). We have now spent a night in Fort Worth (the nearest place with motel rooms) and have acquired two similarly stranded elderly ladies (one as old as I am) whom we will be taking to Tulsa .
But a tornado! My book ends with a tornado! A disaster, in fact, in which nobody gets hurt.
So in that sense, hey, on our way.
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L rose to this occasion as she always does, with bravery, good cheer, disregard of discomfort, and inventiveness. She is actually an afficionado of disasters ("ones that don't hurt anybody"). We have now spent a night in Fort Worth (the nearest place with motel rooms) and have acquired two similarly stranded elderly ladies (one as old as I am) whom we will be taking to Tulsa .
But a tornado! My book ends with a tornado! A disaster, in fact, in which nobody gets hurt.
So in that sense, hey, on our way.
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