“The plane landed? Are you serious? The plane flipping landed? Arghhh. Here’s the story: We knew when we would be racing the weather when we woke up on Day 6—I think that was Wednesday or Thursday—the days of the week mean nothing to me now (Editor’s note: it was Thurs). It was cold, and the weather channel was all about ice and snow. Okay, we made it to JFK, then Logan, and then the snow came. Snow like I haven’t seen in many, many years. Meanwhile, we had flights canceled on us. So be it. All we knew was, we had to get to NYC; we had video shoots planned and we had a FedEX shipment with clothes and coats coming! Would we get there??!!

We boarded what everybody knew would be the last plane out of Logan to LaGuardia. But after waiting awhile, the pilot indicated he wasn’t positive we were going to make it off the runway, and if we did, would we be able to land in New York?

So, the decision was made to get off the plane and take a train. And the snow is coming down-big-time! After battling through the storm, losing a piece of my soul, and burning my tongue on a cup of hot tea, we prepared to board the train. That’s when we got the news: the plane did take off, and did make it to LaGuardia. While we were at the train station.

You know what, though? Spending 5-hours on a slow-moving, frequently-stopping train in the ice and snow was actually a nice break from all the flying.”