The neat thing about a flight delay is that you get to know the community that exists on any commercial plane. The grandma from Kansas, traveling with her grandboys to see her son, their father. The woman up all night gambling in Vegas. The businessman who had a beer next to me in a bar. The wheeler-dealer woman on two cell phone calls at once. I would never have seen any of them. One hundred eighty stories on every flight. Blessings in connection. Boarding now for Sacramento, finally. Can’t wait to get home.