So Micca got another flight that leaves at 8:30am from SFO, stops in Denver, and then flies through to Boston to land at 8:21pm. The flight number is 460, in case anyone wants to check the flight status later on.

He has checked baggage, so by the time he retrieves it he will be taking the 9:35pm Concord Coach Lines bus, which arrives in Portland at 12:10am.

Sorry, everybody! I wish I could have gotten him there on time, but we had the flat in the absolute middle of nowhere, and the lug nuts wouldn't budges, and the tow truck and taxi I called both had trouble finding us -- in fact, the taxi ultimately refused to come find us. My fault; I thought I'd taken a different exit than the one I took. (It can be hard to read the road sign in the dark at 4am on 3 hours' sleep when you've suddenly lost a tire on the highway.) Mercury is, after all, in retrograde. I regret the inconvenience for whoever ends up having to go gnome hunting, and will try to make it up to you later on...at the Getaway, say.

C