As many of you know, I bear the curse of the travel gods, and am incapable of going anywhere more than 200 miles from home without some mishap or another. Fortunately, they’re being gentle this trip: the only things that have gone wrong are the wildfire that was raging 2 miles from our house when I had to leave, the stopped traffic on the Interstate on the way to the airport, the lateness of the flight, the verbally abusive drunk in the seat behind me, the bachelor party in progress two rows back, and the inability to get the rental car because my license had expired. But I’ve made it to class, Kathy assures me that the house hasn’t burned down, and there’s a shuttle at the hotel, so I’m in pretty good shape.