The cab from the airport had dropped me at the Omni Hotel. Ann's idea. Place was way out of my budget. But then Tom Bodett's guest room was out of my budget. Ann had called me while my
private little Maverick Jet was just beginning to taxi on the New Haven airport runway, marking the end of my own once-in-a-lifetime Top Gun moment. Ann let me know that nothing was new on her end, and that I had a reservation at the hotel under my own name. I should take a cab to town and use my personal credit card—she hoped that was okay. She would reimburse me later.