Remark to Melani that this is first vacation in years during which we did not eat at a diner.
7:30 a.m. Get up. Admire ocean. Shower. Admire rain over ocean.
10 a.m. Check out, take field trip to Target.
12 noon. Tour Boone Hall plantation. Turn an interpretive presentation into an interview; be very pleased with oneself.
4:30 p.m. Take nutty cab driver, met the night before, to airport. Plane is delayed.
7:50 p.m. Board plane. Finally. Not so much turbulence, despite weather. Beer at high altitude helps.
10 p.m. La Guardia. Icky little prop plane – the Dash 8 – awaits.
11:30 p.m. Bus isn’t till 4:15 a.m. Set up in airport for long haul. See planes come in. Read comics. Drink coffee. Hear story of airline that lost little old lady. Watch The Invincible Iron Man – most of it.
3:45 a.m. Call cab. Discover lady who needs to share cab. Wait. Call. Wait.
4:07 a.m. Cab shows up. Bus is at 4:15 a.m. Panic.
4:17 a.m. Arrive at bus station. Proceed to freeze with 10 other people outside shuttered station.
4:50 a.m. Bus arrives. There are five seats left. There are a dozen people.
5:54 a.m. NOW. Sitting in bank, freezing. Stranded. Unhappy.
Five minutes into my future: Diner opens.