Just got word from my mother that they don’t know where my father is. He was supposed to travel from Philadelphia to Halifax, Nova Scotia today (through Boston). My brother dropped him off at the airport, and they haven’t heard from him since. What they have heard is that both segments of his flight have been canceled.
So…
If you happen to see a balding botanist wandering around with a confused look on his face, drop me a line, would ya? He could be anywhere by now — he’s hard of hearing, and he could easily have wandered somehwere he shouldn’t have. Like, say, a shipping crate bound for Botswana, or a hotel in the wrong part of Philadelphia…
Sigh…
Update:
The wandering botanist has been spotted in Boston. Apparently the airline managed to get him that far, and then put him up in a hotel for the night. For reasons known only to himself (and possibly not even that), he didn’t bother to call either my mother or the people who were supposed to meet him in Halifax.
Then, to top it off, he discovered that he can’t get into Canada these days with just his good looks — he needs a passport or a birth certificate. Which, of course, he doesn’t have with him in Boston. So…with a bit of scrambling and telephone help, I talked my mom through scanning his birth certificate to a file, emailing it to me, and then I faxed it to the airport. Sheesh!
I think my dad’s in big, big trouble when he gets home. And maybe when he gets to Halifax, too — worried people on both ends are ready to strangle him. Perhaps he should consider moving to somewhere out of the way … Madagascar comes to mind…
Update 2:
My dad finally made it to Halifax. He’s apparently not happy about the experience. No word on whether he understands just how much he perturbed the equinamity of his family and friends…
