I go to New England for the last week in January every year to take part in the big railroad show in West Springfield, Massachusetts. When we first moved to Arizona I drove up, but it's a 3 day drive each way, so now I fly. I went on line to check in, and found I'd missed my flight! The airline cheerfully rescheduled me to the date I thought I was going, judging by the invoice that appeared in my inbox they needed a new airplane! I stay with friends in Epping, New Hampshire either side of the show, and one of the things that Bill and I do is drive up the seacoast, ending up at the Nubble light in Maine, then we head back to Epping, stopping on the way for a beer and a chowder. The day I was due to come home, what the media called an "historic storm" rolled through, 13,000 flights, including mine, were cancelled, and I got to stay in New England for an extra couple of days.
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