I Am Back

. . . but it took a lot longer than I expected.
There were delays flying to Boston on Thursday— I won’t detail them all, but there werelots— and my bag didn’t make it, and when I got to the hotel early in the evening my room wasn’t ready, and I really wanted a shower. Theydidgive me a free dinner, so I ordered a couple glasses of the most expensive wine on the menu, which felt justified to me. Eventually whoever was squatting in my room (a hostess with Emirates Air, I believe) was crowbar’d ou...