A Spring Break Miracle!

 Sometimes miracles do happen.

It was near midnight, the end of Spring Break.  We had made it out of Puerto Rico, and as far as Chicago, but no further.  There were no other flights going out to Cedar Rapids that night, and the flights next morning were all over-sold.  We hemmed and hawed what to do; do we check onto a bus?  Try and fly red-eye standbys through other airports into Iowa?  But none of those left till the morrow either.  Sleep at the airport aga...