THE FOG AND THE SUN
My flight out of Modesto was canceled this morning due to fog. So Cheryl came back to the airport and we drove to San Francisco. We picked up a passenger, a delightful Canadian grandmother, who was stranded at the Modesto airport. I think she made her connecting flight to Toronto. I didn't make mine. But that was okay. I got a window seat on the next flight to Chicago and it was sunny and beautiful across the Midwest. The sculptured wildlands of western Kansas were particularly striking. Chicago isn't too bad either -- 40 degrees -- no breeze -- pleasant.