Flying the Friendly Skies

This morning we headed out to Webster to say goodbye to Jim. His plane was scheduled to fly out of Buffalo at 2 pm and he had an almost 2 hour drive from here to reach the airport. We gave him hugs, kissed him goodbye, and waved as he drove off. Tonight the phone rang. I picked it up and read Jim's cell phone number in the caller ID box. "Hello?" I said. I heard my son's familiar voice on the other end. He was smiling a little when he told me he was calling from Kentucky. "Kentucky?" I asked. Ahh, one never really knows where they will end up when flying across the country. Jim's plane was late taking off at the Buffalo airport resulting in him missing his connecting flight in Cincinnati. "But Cincinnati is in Ohio," I ventured. He laughed, "But Kentucky is just across the river." Yes, I knew that. I have driven through Cincinnati several times on my way west or south. The airline put him up in a hotel just across the state line and so he is spending the night in Kentucky. If only we had known, or he had made his flight plans in Rochester, we could have kept him for another day.