Still trying to get home

Hello, The train stopped before we could make our connection to the airport to announce there was construction on the tracks and we would take a “bridge bus” which would again connect with the train. This took us to some new territory and we seemed to be in the railyard. As we were waiting for the connection, I texted Miriam to let her know what had happened. As it turned out her conference was over, she was close, and could take us to the airport in a timely manner. Leroy and I like to get to the airport in plenty of time, especially this trip. We had purchased two bags of oatmeal weighing seven pounds each. It was a good deal for sure. We were concerned about taking them through the TSA because they would wonder if we had drugs in there. We got there in plenty of time. It was not a very big deal as we had taken those bags out of our backpacks. Leroy had put it in a bin with his watch, wallet, etc. so he went through very quickly. I had put my backpack in the same bin. It caused them to check the backpack as well. The hard part about the seven pounds on our backs is that we had to walk a good distance to the gate. At one point it is a fifteen-minute walk between where we had been and where we needed to be. I can testify that a there is weight gain as one hikes on, but we made it. In Chicago it looked as if our gates would be close together, however on landing, we learned the departing gate had changed. Again, we walked about fifteen minutes or more. We were in time to get on the plane almost right away. After we were seated, the plane waited for another passenger who was coming on a different connecting flight. The crew announced, because it was the last flight of the day to our city, they did not want to leave them. Good to know they do some of that. I also like to get home on the same day. Paula