The Curse

You know the feeling...the one you get when you think you have finally broken the jinx of years of frustration and disappointment. It could be anything, but you could put in Cougar basketball here, or any of my beloved sports teams. But I am not talking about that. I am talking about travel. Yes, after a couple of years of pain free travel, I thought the glow was back. A flawless travel year with 40,000 miles already traveled spoke to my new-found travel karma. Well, all good things come to an end. I could feel it closing in around me as we sat on the plane, waiting for the door to close, and no obnoxious stewardess came blaring over the PA. 20 minutes in to our sit, we still had not moved, and I was busied listening to the fine play-by-play of Tamsin over the cell. Then I must have slept. A full hour later, the steward came on to say that they were flying a new flight computer from Detroit, would we mind terribly deplaning and coming back tomorrow morning. He assured us that it would go then. Oh, and by the way, there is a Marathon in Portland right now and no hotels are available. So, here we sit, making history again in the Hilton Airport. What will become of us is anybodies guess and another chapter in the blog. Now to stave off the karma for hoops season...