Now I know how it feels ti miss the wash-in.
I just sent this to Robert with a heavy heart:
It was bliss, at 6 p.m. last night, flying down the lake to Cleveland, the water all shiny and blue, the clouds to the north piled like layers of pillows, passed by my beach and house--right out of fantasia.
Only a half hour in the air. Then, then........Continental Flight 5897 from Cleveland to Minneapolis has been canceled. The plane was held in a Dallas thunderstorm.
Transferred to a Delta flight. The Con people printed me a ticket. Happy Happy Happy. Suddenly the computer showed the plane in take-off mode. Too late. Universal disbelief.
They said they could fly me out in the morning, but I was too brain zapped, and they flew me back to Buffalo free of charge , refunded the ticket, so I took another glorious trip up the lake, but I would much have preferred the sudsy clouds in the cabinet of the Super Unimatic 2.0.
I pray to the Gods of Aworg that you'll have another party and send my best to everyone. Oh to not be able to meet Geoff and Ben and Jon. What a shame. And see every one else again.