Providence

I’m here, even if my luggage isn’t. 70% of the people on that flight didn’t get their luggage, which I’ve never seen happen before.

Apparently, the pilot in Detroit on the 10 AM Providence flight was simply a no-show. (Not a good career move for the pilot.) So all those people got jammed in with us on the 12:12 flight, one of those tiny turboprops, and there wasn’t enough room for all the luggage. So they just said “to heck with it,” and left it all behind in Detroit. It’ll be here today, though.

The only time I was “in” Providence before was passing through on the train both ways (and not getting off). That was 1988. I was traveling from Annapolis to Boston to see a friend. But I’ve had weird karmic connections to the city over the years.