This morning at 10:05 I had just parked my car and was looking down on the Arrivals level at Nice airport where I was picking up my wife who was coming in from Raleigh via New York. Normally, Delta flight 82 arrives at 8:20, but a mechanical problem in New York (later naturally blamed on the weather) delayed the plane by almost two hours. Isn’t it amazing that delays are never the airline’s fault? They even make it sound as though the constantly blamed “late incoming aircraft” were an act of God completely out of human control. But let’s be grateful that the mechanical problem was apparently fixed since the plane arrived safely, and that the luggage showed up at the same time as the passenger, a phenomenon less common than one would expect.