Santa Rosa Sojourn
Yesterday I got on a plane from Santa Ana to Sonoma. I was supposed to meet my friend Chris Stasse at that airport, but two things went awry:
- Chris misunderstood me, and went to SFO airport instead of Sonoma.
- After two turbulent attempts at landing in a rainstorm, which induced vomiting in many passengers (and nearly in me), the flight crew made the decision to divert our landing to Sacramento.
All's well that ends well. After a two-hour shuttle ride -- first southwest, then northwest -- I finally met up with Chris at Sonoma airport, still with plenty of time to attend his badminton club's potluck.