Rob and I drove to Atlanta today with no trouble. My flight boarded on time and then sat for an hour and a half on the pavement. Why? Because I was on board. Seriously though, when it landed it had kicked a rock up against a wing and dented a flap. It apparently was nothing to worry about, but they had to have two inspectors look at it and fill out various pieces of paperwork and receive replies before the plane could be allowed to take off.
Amazingly, I made my next connection which then also sat on the pavement. They didn’t explain why with this flight, but made up lost time so I only got to Newark about twenty minutes late. I’m staying at Chris Parks house tonight and will head into Arabian Nights rehearsals tomorrow morning.
