This past Saturday as the first real northeast storm of the winter was making its way up the East coast I willed myself out of bed at 4am and after a quick bite to eat my lovely wife of 23 years drove me to Logan airport to catch an early flight to Baltimore. The plan was a quick round trip to attend a conference not far from Camden Yards. What was not so clear was if I’d be able to make it home later in the day so some spare clothes came along just in case. Fortunately all went well and I did make it home in one piece after one of the roughest plane rides I have ever experienced.