My Indiana Talks, 6/13 and 6/14/16

Everything was going as planned.  I got home from church, ate a quick sandwich, loaded everything in the car, and headed west to the train station.  I left the same time I always leave, which means I would arrive the same time I always arrive, typically 30-45 minutes prior to boarding.  And then came the congestion on I-12.  Traffic is always heavy in places on the interstate, but I had never just come to a complete stop before.  And it happened in two different areas....both due to wrecks.  One involved five vehicles.

Adventures In Presenting-Iowa Edition With Notes on Traveling

Due to construction along the route I would be taking, I decided to leave a little earlier than normal.  And, of course, there were no delays whatsoever.  You know that if I had left at my normal time, I would have been sitting there motionless amongst angry motorists for 14 hours or something.  Isn't that the way things go?  So while sitting at the train station an hour early as opposed to my usual 30 minutes, I pulled out my phone to check my eticket for my room assignment.  I purchased the tickets back in February and couldn't remember.  All of a sudden, I felt all tingly, a lump developed in my throat, and my ears began to burn.  The date of the ticket was for the following day!  #%&#($*&#(&*#@@!!!!!   I kept looking back and forth between the date on the ticket and the date on the calendar as if that would magically morph them into one and the same.