As he polished off the plate of noodles, with relish, he thought he might call his folks before he got too sleepy. So, he dialed his parent's number at their house in Lombard, and his dad picked up the phone.
"Hi, Dad, how are you?"
Stephen Wheeler was glad to hear his son's voice. "I'm fine, son, how was your flight?"
"I'll admit, I have never had a bumpier flight. It was - well really severe. But I'm ok, it seems a couple people got some mild injuries."
"That sounds pretty bad, Joe"
"Well I tell ya, it was amazing. I thought for a while there that we were on a roller coaster, it was that loopy. But the pilot pulled out of it, and we landed just fine. I just don't want another ride like that again" Joe got nervy just thinking about the wild ride in the plane.
His dad was silent for a moment, then asked, "When are you coming home?"
"Should be in a week, the project is not a long one, it just required some personal touch from our end."
"Good - hope your flight is better then" Stephen's voice kind of caught on that.
"So, dad, let me talk to mom for a minute - you don't have to tell her about this, ok?"
"Son, are you really all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, just put mom on the phone."
"Dad, what's wrong?"
"Son, what date is this?"
"October 25 here, dad, international date line and all. What the hell?"
"What year is it, Joe?"
"Dad, you ok? It's 2005."