Nicky dropped me off at the Atlanta airport slightly before lunch. An uneventful plane trip led me to Detriot, where I would join a connecting flight with Tracy to Frankfurt, Germany. Tracy was waiting for me at the gate. She had picked up a copy of People magazine for Eileen, because apparantly it’s hard to find such things in Germany. Germans are weird like that. Soon after, we boarded the plane for Frankfurt. The flight was a good seven hours, with standard issue airplane movies, music, and crying babies. At least I had a window seat.