As we wait at the Atlanta Airport for our first flight to LA, I’m grateful that my screwed-up visa was finally fixed. We stood at the ticket counter for almost 30 minutes as the agent made phone calls. Evidently John’s company travel agent had initially listed me as a “M” instead of a “F”…and even though I caught the error a few weeks ago, it had never been “officially” changed. Sigh. While waiting, I made a comment that perhaps I shouldn’t have pointed out the error a few weeks ago, but the agent assured me that a BIG delay could have occurred in Australian customs. It’s better to take care of issues at the outset. Sigh. One keystroke matters!