I'd hoped it would never happen again, but it has. The only flight east for Passover has (dramatic scare chord) . . . a layover. Not quite sure why, in order to travel between Chicago and Hartford, I have to go through Baltimore, but I do. Let's hope that I used up all the Bad Pesach Layover Juju last time.
I've gotta ask myself a question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do I, punk?