The day before the big snow storm, Amanda and I went to Wal*Mart and bought some cheap plastic disk sleds. We went over to the park behind our apartment the next morning.
Whatever that means. I woke up this morning with my usual 4:06am telephone call from crew tracking, telling me to head to the airport for ready reserve. They asked me when I could get to the airport. I told him an hour and a half, the maximum allowable. Presumably, if I’d stated less time than…