My original flight from Indy to Newark, which would then connect me to Raleigh, my destination, was delayed. Hearing your name on an airport intercom is a strange feeling, and it seems to happen to me a lot. I roll with the flow, so it's no big deal. The first time it happened on this trip, I'd left my datebook behind when I checked in. The
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