Funny how that Iceland volcano seems awfully distant. Even though you sympathize with the people who are stranded all over Europe. And the backlog of travel, the desperation, the family emergencies that are unattended. Even the funeral of the Polish prime minister being affected.
But it's all so, well, distant, and the other-side-of-the-globe stuff.
And then the headline at the corner of the screen catches your eye.
Iceland Ash heads to Newfoundland.
And you think, wha'? This is the thanks we get for the many years of shopping sprees the Icelanders flew here for? They belch a pile of ash at us?
And now we're all grounded too? And how about my lungs?
