Six hours on the tarmac. One bag of cheddar pretzels and sun chips. Little air conditioning. Hot, humid New York Summer. “That’s it folks – they’re cancelling the flight.” Wait 30 minutes, then “Change in plans! We’re leaving after all!” We leave at 7pm, arrive O’Hare a little after 8pm, and I get home.
As that famous New Yorker once said, “It ain’t over till it’s over.”