Tales from the Bermuda Triangle are vague and unclear. Disappearances in the Devil’s Triangle have never been proved true, yet neither are they totally false. That is not the case, especially for the Smith family, for examples of delayed overnight suitcases in the Denver Hub. Denver is a touch ground and take off airport from all points of the compass and many times the margin of connecting with both passenger and baggage transfer does not match. It happens often enough that Baggage Claim has a routine in place to quickly identify the not available item, a system for sending it on its way the next day, and a local at various points who makes a living collecting and delivering said items.
We Houston Smiths became aware of the process ten years ago. A private plane slid on an icy runway delaying a turnaround flight from Hayden, Colorado. I was able to start a pick-up rescue from our son, and I managed to have baggage pulled and held for his arrival. However, when Son Number 1 came, only one bag was available. The other had been sent to Dallas. Two relatives said, “No worry.” By tomorrow, it will be sent back, routed to Hayden, and delivered to Steamboat by the rescuing local they knew by name. And all was as said.
This past Wednesday I went to Steamboat for a first time visit in four years. One bag was unclaimed at the end of pickup, but it wasn’t mine. Plug in the system. All will be well by Thursday afternoon. The d-i-l provided toothbrush and sleepwear. Because it is Colorado, no one even noticed my attire, much less passed judgement. I revelled in cooler weather, had a birthday supper, and went to a local production of an opera. Sunday was a late turn around leaving for Denver. Can you guess what happened? A speedy wheelchair pusher helped me make the plane. My bag had no such luck.
Some necessary items were in my home stash. However, I had packed chargers for electronics, as well as all notes and plans for a presentation on Paul’s shipwreck to thirty children Monday afternoon. I decided that being without a suitcase was better than being crashed on rocks in freezing water and a good night’s sleep would restore equilibrium. Even though I had a most apologetic email from the airline, the item won’t be here until tomorrow.(Wednesday in the week being lived.) I charged my phone at the church while I presented. The story had enough drama and danger plus the addition of a snake to hold attention. Along with an admonition not to worry about food and raiment, the last verse of Matthew 6 sums it up succinctly.
Each day has enough trouble of its own. Matthew 6:34 b
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