I thought this trip was over. it's not. My easy flight home from Denver has turned into yet another saga. coming into Atlanta there were severe storms over the airport. we circled until the plane was low on fuel, then diverted to Birmingham, Alabama, to refuel. by the time we returned to Atlanta, it was quite late. arriving at the hotel. the restaurants were closed. I did manage to scam a rubbery crab. patty, but I basically drank my dinner at the bar. frustrated, and hungry, I finally decided to venture down to a gas station through the hood, the kind of neighborhood where you keep your money in your sock, to find some trail mix to eat. My luggage has already beat me to Asheville on an earlier flight. I missed that flight and will hopefully fly out in the morning. it's all about adventure isn't it?