Halfway home

It was tight, but we made our plane this morning. We said goodbye to Doogie, who had a later flight. It was pretty emotional, and we had to pry him off of Mac's leg as we headed to the ramp. I think he'll be okay.

We've got 5 hours to kill in Detroit, so we found a Chilis to get some lunch. Surprisingly, no one ordered a beer. Could it be that the Holes hit the wall? I'll let you know later.