The airport saga continues unrevised

Those of you that have followed my travels from Nicaragua to the present know that I have historically been relegated to the screaming-baby-who-spits-up-on-me section of lengthy flights (see 2010). . The leg from Denver to San Francisco continued my good fortune, where I seem to have found myself in the pediatric ward of a small hospital. Poor kids. All the crying -- and that was just me. Meanwhile, Ms. Premier-executive-frequent-flyer-queen Sara was in first class, quietly sipping what looked like a mimosa. The next leg is 17 hrs. I feel certain my fate is sealed judging by the number of strollers in the boarding area. Pray for me. Stay tuned.