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On Monday, we left Sonoma in our attempt to get to Atlanta via O'Hare (Chicago).
Upon arrival at O'Hare, we were told the only way we were going to get to Atlanta was through Dallas, so away we went.
Got to Dallas and were told that we might get to Atlanta on Thursday, what with all the snow and all of that. Checked into the Hyatt at the airport ($255/night, because they have you by the balls at that point).
GF got on the phone to American Airlines because I had decided to do some serious drinking, being somewhat pissed at everything by then.
She spoke at length (like four Manhattans and a couple of single malt doubles on top of all that crap I drank on the plane) to a guy named Troy who saved our asses.
After a lengthy search, Troy found a couple of seats on a plane from DFW to Montgomery, AL on Tuesday, where we could rent a car and drive to Atlanta.
Saved our asses.
GF, "So, Troy, where are you based?"
Troy, "Tucson."
GF, "We want you to know that our hearts, prayers, and thoughts are with you all."
Troy, "The Judge was my uncle."
The three of us spent some serious time on the phone. Troy told us some wonderful stories about his beloved uncle.
The world gets smaller every day.
Sonoman
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