Apparently my earlier experience with travel purgatory was insufficient to cleanse my soul completely from its travel impurities. So, I get to do it again. I’ll give you the short version: (1) delayed flight from Montreal; (2) missed connection in Minneapolis by 5 min.; (3) thunderstorms and tornado warnings in Minneapolis wrecked havoc with flights in general; (4) now siting in a Ramada inn drinking hotel coffee. It’s been fun. Tomorrow I expect my plane to be struck by a flock of drunk seagulls, sending it careening into the top of Mt. Rushmore, where I’ll find myself stuck Teddy Roosevelt’s nose.