Over the Atlantic

I'm sitting at the airport in Amman. Our team goes together to New York, and from there everyone pushes through customs, picks up luggage and catches flights to their own cities. Our flight is delayed 4.5 hours from its original time, so I won't be hugging and kissing my family tonight (and hearing my daughter ask, "What did you bring me?")

The "up" side is that I have arrangements to stay with my former student Linda-Rose Hanik and her family overnight in NYC, so I'll have friendly faces greeting me.