His flight was delayed about an hour, sat at the gate in Shanghai waiting for the North Korean rocket to fizzle out. He had a good flight and took my advice and found a porter in Detroit to help him out with the 8 bags. Porter takes you to the front of the Customs line. I had barely settled down in the cell phone lot with my book when he called. 40 minutes from wheels down to driving home, not bad. I got lost (inside the airport) trying to pick him up and I swear I cannot tell you how it went wrong or how I got back into the airport, it was an entrance I had never seen before.
We went to the market on the way home and got steaks and baking potatoes and asparagus, it was a wonderful dinner. Big Daddy almost fell over when he saw the ugly coffee maker.
Unpacking is in progress.