I'll be home for Christmas...if I can get out of Seattle

In my last posting I was greatly anticipating Steve’s arrival on Saturday night. Unfortunately, Steve was one of the poor souls that were stuck right in the middle of Seattle’s debilitating winter storms. At 9:30 pm on December 20th his direct flight to Medford was cancelled. All the hotels were booked. He and a thousand others were made to exit the terminal and wait in the airport lobby. No restaurants were open. All the benches and chairs were taken. He stood in line upon line, only to discover that he was rebooked for a flight on the 23rd and was on standby for a 4 pm flight the next day to Portland, with a Medford connecting flight. He found a corner of tile and curled up for the night, feeling sorrier for the families and elderly that were in the same position he was. He awoke the next day with a bruised tailbone, scruffy-face and no closer to home. The mounted displayed boards blinked continually with cancelled flights. At 10 am he decided to make a break for it and drive through the storm. Surprisingly, a rental car was not hard to come by. They quickly handed him the keys to a red four door striped down Dodge and wished him luck. From the onset he had battled to locate his luggage. He had to leave Seattle with the employee confirmation that his bag would be on the next flight Medford. He drove through the eye of the storm, some how evading the demands for chains. From Seattle to Salem he drove 30 to 20 miles per hour. At one point he called to ask if I could check to see if there was any end to the snow. I called my friend Kelly and with her help and Trip Check, I reassured him that south of Salem was clear. He cruised at a good pace and our weary traveler landed at the front door at 8pm. Thankfully, he made it home safely and with only a day lost of his vacation. Although, today is the 27th and he still doesn’t have his luggage.