I'm very disappointed today! I was suppose to be in The Big Apple. Does this look like the Big Apple to you?
No, no, no, it is not! Grand Forks got trapped in dense fog with quarter mile visibility today. . . . just like something out of a Stephen King novel (Under the Dome.)
It could almost be pretty if it were a little brighter, and if there was a touch of sunshine along with it.
And it was the weekend in New York City that I've been so looking forward to! Dianna is already on her way, to meet my son. But not me. There is a chance that I'll be able to drive 70 miles to Fargo tomorrow and catch a flight to Minneapolis, then New York (and still come home Monday). But I'm worried; the forecast is for dense fog until tomorrow afternoon.
And what I really don't get is how it is that Delta can say "Too bad, so sad, no there's no flight, but you don't get your money back."
Maybe Doug and Ruby will put on a little Broadway play for me tonight, because I've always wanted to see one. . . .