It’s the silliest things that set me off. Here I am, sitting in Auckland, waiting and waiting to fly standby home to Christchurch. It’s been a long day, likely to be even longer by the time we make it onto a plane. I have a staff meeting tomorrow morning at 9.
And then I see the reason we have been bumped again. A long line of men dressed in Los Angeles Fire Department Search and Rescue uniforms heading determinedly towards Gate 32. That’s the flight leaving for Christchurch. The departure lounge breaks into spontaneous applause. The tears are hard to stop.