I took a half day off work today, so I could go to the airport and meet my brother Moloch, returning from Tanzania.
I waited two hours and he never came out of the gate. He didn’t answer a page, and a call to Customs let me know they weren’t holding him in durance vile there.
One assumes he missed his connection in Amsterdam. Either that or he’s fallen into one of those missing persons mysteries along with Ambrose Bierce and Judge Crater.
I’ll keep you posted.
Update: Moloch is stuck in Dar es Salaam.
I think my evening will be free.