Yesterday, Monday, March 16, I was trying to make my way back from Houston, TX where I visited a prospective for our community. (He treated me to a wonderful lunch at the restaurant where he works.) I got to Hobby Airport in plenty of time for my 3:35 pm flight which was marked on the signage as "on time." The flight just before it going to Atlanta was canceled and on before that was on a two to three hour delay. So, I got suspicious of the "on time" notification.

Simple story: bad weather in Atlanta messed up flights for hours. We left Houston at 5:30 instead of 3:35. Once I got there I found that my 9:30 pm flight was delayed and we finally left at 11:00. I got to CVG at 12:30 this morning; home at 1:30; and to bed at 2:00.

BUT, not all was misery. While sitting in the Houston airport I began to hear string music. I looked around and found that three young men, all cellists, had decided to play for us. The crowd loved it and it certainly made the time pass more pleasantly. I think someone said that they were in Houston for a recital, but I'm not sure.

As has happened so many times before, the inconvenience of delayed flights tends to get people talking and sharing stories. I always enjoy the people with whom I strike up a conversation on such occasions. People sharing a common situation tend to pull together.