Home!

Either the storm was a nonstarter or airplanes love to land in high winds. At any rate, we are home and warm and Oliver is on my lap, probably more interested in food than in male bonding. But on his dad's lap -- his anthropomorphizing owner, if you prefer.

Also, the seats were not that cramped. We did have a crying baby next to us, but dad took kinder to the back of the plane where mom was for three hours so Eydie got to stretch out. Since AirTran has XM satellite radio, we were able to follow the Iowa caucuses. Obama won. May I be wrong about the continued existence of pus pockets of racism in the American electorate. I would prefer to be wrong.