Planes, Trains and Automobiles . . . Surviving the least Magical
Place on Earth.
With the Jack Butler Hotel at maximum capacity, I find myself a
bit pressed for time to continue with my usual academic pursuits. That being said, we are turning in a bit
earlier than usual this evening, so I feel I must jot something down on paper
before I lose track of the mis-adventures that have filled the past week of our
lives. Our guests arrived a week ago
Friday, and due to a slight miscalculation on our part, were forced to ignore
their jet...