6:45 p.m. Dave lands in Tampa awaiting his flight to West Palm Beach where we were all awaitng his arrival.
8:00 p.m. Dave calls. His flight in Tampa is originating in Nashville. Ice storms there are slowing air traffic down. He will be in around 10 instead of the scheduled 9:00 p.m.
9:00 p.m. Dave calls. The flight in Nashville is still not off of the ground. Planes are backed up and are having to be de-iced before taking off. It is looking like it might be 11:00 p.m. before he gets to WPB.
10:30 p.m. Dave calls again. The flight is still sitting in Nashville. They are trying to locate another plane to take these folks (including Dave) to WPB.
11:00 p.m. Another call. He is beginning to sound tired and a bit frustrated. They cannot get a crew to man another plane. They are back to waiting for the Nashville flight to get off the ground. ETA is now about 1:00 a.m.
12 midnight.... An exhausted Dave lets me know that they now have absolutely no idea if and when the plane will make it to Tampa. He encourages me to go to sleep.
3:00 a.m. Saturday morning....My sister's dog begins to bark loudly! I am excited thinking that maybe Dave got in. But, I was wrong. He is still in Tampa.
4:20 a.m. I am up and call Dave's cell phone. He has finally arrived and is trying to hail a cab to get to my sister's house.
4:30 a.m. The guard at the gate will not let Dave and the cabdriver in. They call over at my sister's and permission is granted for him to pass through the gate.
5:00 a.m. A very weary Dave finally goes to sleep.
7:00 a.m. I gently try to get him up so that he can get ready to go downtown for the Race for the Cure. After a few growls...he ambles out of bed and heads for the shower.
7:30 a.m. We head to the area where the Susan Komen Walk for the Cure is being held.
And so, a new day begins here in South Florida..........