Cowboy Up!

As we prepared to board the puddle jumper to Philadelphia, the US Airways customer service rep waved us over and loudly whispered, "Your flight has been cancelled. I'm telling you this before the general announcement so you can make it to the ticket counter before everyone else. You'll board a bus to make your connection."  This after arriving three hours early to the airport. After standing in the TSA line for an hour. After walking a country mile to the farthest gate in the terminal. Boy patiently waiting, playing cards, and going wherever and whenever we told them to.

We trekked to the ticket counter and to baggage claim and back to learn that the flight, in fact, had not been cancelled and US Airways was going to pull a plane out of the mothballs for us. In all we spent five hours at BWI when we could have driven to Philly in two. Bob Carter told us to "Cowboy up!" so we invoked our Takoma Park karma and arrived just as passengers began boarding the flight to Glasgow.

 

Exhausted but in good spirits, the boys began suffering from RID, Reduced Intellect Disorder, where their goofball quotient is directly correlated to the number of boys present. Their first practice, held at William Wallace High School, should help with that. 

 

And I'm sorry that the photos aren't aligning properly but I'm too tired to care.