Lost in Transition

All sorts of things happened en route to Finland, though none of them actually happened to us. The problem was that very little actually happened once we got into the little commuter mini-jet to fly to Chicago, which was the first leg of a long-distance triad that was supposed to continue to JFK, and from there to Helsinki. First, we sat on the ground in Albuquerque for over an hour while the pilot tried to get permission from Chicago to fly there.  Contingent permission given, we then loiter...