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This time Cincinnati wasn't so comfy. Steve wept when he heard that severe thunderstorms in Chicago were backing up the flights and making the availability of extra seats for standby passengers, like us, very iffy. We wrote in our travel journals (above) as we were bumped a couple times, and finally we tried to get the agents to advise us whether to just get a hotel and come back the next day. After three tiring weeks of travel overseas, though, to be one lousy little domestic hop from home seemed nearly intolerable. Then, all of sudden, wonder of wonders, we got on! We didn't get to sit together, and we were definitely in coach (after first class again from London!), but we made it home! Steve stopped crying. Yea!
(Note: Don't be sad. He's not really crying.)
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