tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239897250248703021.post8766541169812939640..comments2010-04-15T15:41:09.924-07:00Comments on Knit & Nosh: what a difference a day makesTerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874602954242561673noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239897250248703021.post-59038121360241808892007-07-27T07:06:00.000-07:002007-07-27T07:06:00.000-07:00How old is he? We had a frustrating time when we ...How old is he? We had a frustrating time when we lost our then-17-year-old son in the Vienna, Austria airport. The flight arrived, but he did not come out with the other passengers. Had he missed his connection in Paris? Had he been kidnapped by terrorists? No one would give us any information. Finally I went to the lost luggage window, and told them I was missing a large 17-year-old boy, and would they please find out where he went. Turns out he was waiting for us at the gate, not realizing that airport security would not allow us to meet him there (it was pre 9/11 and US security was not yet as stringent as European security). So my message is that if anything goes wrong, it will probably be easily fixed and he is more likely to be extra careful than daring and dangerous.Tanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03684385290216686777noreply@blogger.com