I was on a flight from Houston to Washington via Dallas today. We seemed to sit forever on the tarmac in Dallas, in fact just over 1.5 hours from leaving gate to taking off. The captain was warning that if he had to stop and restart the engines one more time, we'd have had to return to the terminal for more fuel.
However, the good thing was that I finished reading Down Under by Bill Bryson. I'm a real fan of Bill's writing and this book is no exception. It provides a wonderful and very humourous summary of his trips throughout a good chunk of Australia. Bill has a way of providing insights that is sorely lacking in most authors. I found myself laughing out loud many times while reading it. I also enjoyed the extra chapter at the end about his time growing up in the U.S. in the 1950s.