The holiday fun and games were over, and we were ready to fly home. But a middle of the night message informed us our flight was cancelled, and we had to rebook. And we suddenly became birds without wings. I now have a pretty good idea how a Christmas turkey feels, in those left-over days after Christmas. The juicy meat is already picked off, and all that is left is a carcass of dried-up bones. Except I felt more useless than turkey bones that a cook will simmer into broth. Oh, yeah, I did simmer … being stranded when I just want to be back in my house tends to bring out the fed up and frustra...