Apparently this is not the time of year to plan connecting flights through Denver. My husband and son, Mikel -- who spent the weekend in Nebraska on a college visit -- had their trip there disrupted on Friday when the flight from Denver to Omaha was cancelled. We had hoped for a smoother return today, but we hoped for too much.

Denny called this afternoon to say their flight from Denver to Fresno had been cancelled. Next call, after standing in multiple "customer service" lines, it seemed like the soonest they might get home was 2 a.m. A couple hours later, a 10:50 p.m. departure seemed like it would get them home around midnight tonight.

Let's hope.

What's your worst travel horror story? I think mine was in my first year of college in 1985. Taking Amtrak back to Berkeley the Sunday after Thanksgiving. The train was overbooked, and the normally four-hour trip ended up taking six hours -- the first half of which I spent sitting on the floor because there were no seats to be had.

UPDATE: After another flight delay, my guys finally finally got into Fresno Yosemite International just before 2 a.m. Turns out the 2 a.m. guess was right on the nose after all. But at least they're home now.