We had our vacation planned for a year. We were headed to Sonoma, Calif. to visit the wine country. We left on Saturday morning for San Francisco. The plane that crashed out there was in front of us. We couldn’t land. The airport was closed. We were diverted to Reno, Nev. Before I go any further with our story, though, I want to make it clear that whatever initial hassles we had going on our vacation were nothing compared to what the crash victims suffered. Their problems go far beyond a slight vacation delay.