The volcano in Iceland, Mount Somethingunpronounceable, is spewing again. Only a few weeks ago, I was admiring the pretty pictures of nature’s fireworks.
But now, I’m so much older and wiser.
Those fireworks are delaying our plane. The resulting pictures are slightly less grandiose than those of the spitting mountain. A group of rumpled and slightly dazed IU students are pecking away on their laptops. If all goes according to plan, we will only have to amuse ourselves on our computers for an hour or two. We should be leaving around 8 o’clock.
That is, if Mount Ridiculouslylongname kindly obliges.