Oy

So it is now 10:00 in the evening and no one has heard from the lad since 2:30 this afternoon when he was waiting for his ride at the New Orleans airport. The Dad just called in a full on panic. While I readily admit that I would rest quite a lot easier if the lad would check in to say, “yeah, my gear is stowed and I gotta fly”, I haven’t gotten to panic. Though the Dad’s palpable panic doesn’t help much on that score. There are a lot of people where he’s staying. Upwards of 800 of them and I’m guessing that he hit the ground running. I don’t imagine they waste empty volunteer hands with a friendly get acquainted period. Still...would be nice to know. The Dad is going totally bonkers right now and even has sent email to the outfit asking for verification of arrival. Kids are kids and out of sight and out of mind tend to be operative, but still I think I might be willing to choke him if I could get my hands on him right about now. But if I were in his place....completely different perspective. Still. Damn kids.