A Reverse Flying Turkey

 Readers will be aware that I'm in the habit of dishing out Flying Turkey travel awards for less than satisfactory experiences on America's various airlines. Travelling anywhere in winter brings an embarrassment of riches in that respect.  I am spoilt for choice. Sister in law was so badly delayed going home to New York from Montana that she had to stay two nights in two different hotels. But actually I have to say that, this time, my experience getting back to Buffalo wasn't that bad, except that the airline lost my skis. But then they did deliver them the next day, in the hands of a charming young lad who managed to find our house in the darkness and snow and even arrived when he said he was going to. So a reverse Flying Turkey to him.