I was stuck at Logan Airport in Boston all day. The flight was suppose to depart at 9:30 AM but I did not get to leave until about 8 hours later. Perfect weather but the plane was broken and no one could fix it …and it was Ground Hog Day! I was beginning to think if the plane saw it’s shadow It would mean 6 more weeks of being stuck at the airport. I spent much of the day looking out the window at two airplane mechanics with duct tape and a toilet plunger kicking the tires trying to figure out what to do. Then I began to wonder, if they fix it, do they take it for a test drive first or do we just cross our fingers, get on the plane and hope they got it right. Gravity would really suck if the plane broke at 35,000 feet!
After being rerouted, reconnected and shoved into one of the only spare seats left on another plane, I finally got home about 12 hours late. Trixie was ready with a great bottle of wine. “Bad days always end as good days when they end with wine.” Trixie taught me that one a long time ago!
We had a Castle Rock Merlot from 2005. We have had this one a few times and it always seems to be a winner. After a day like today, any wine will do, but this one was quite good as always. Again we aim for reasonably priced wine and this one was around $10 from our local shop (they know us well!) It had a nice mellow taste to it and was very full bodied as you would expect from a heavy red. The perfect ending to what just became a perfect evening.
By the third glass, airport fast food, hearing the same announcement every 10 minutes for 8 hours… “The TSA advises…” screaming babies sitting behind me and the airline gate agent announcing “we will update you about the flight status in another 30 minutes” (I hate to hear that phrase) all faded away. Looks like I’ll live to fly another day!
Cheers! - Angus
