Comfortably
and punctually entrained this Monday morning, thanks to the pre-dawn efforts of
His Honor, the Mayor, I rolled toward Philadelphia in confidence of a Tuesday
sail. True, not having heard over the weekend as promised from my agents in
London the final details of departure, I waxed anxious, sleepless, in fact,
that the universe might hap that I miss the boat. However, the Amtrak wifi
carried blissful morning news. In the long awaited email, my agents confirmed
the Tuesday sail date and passed along contact information for the boarding
process. Not long after I greeted these contacts
electronically and more or less repeated the good word through various media to
concerned parties, I received further and final word that the Rickmers Shanghai had, actually, already sailed.
Just like that. Really. A kind of reverse shanghai.
