Fortunately Ernest is a wonderfully calm
Fortunately, there was only one of Ernest and I saw him walk down the tunnel to the plane. (What do you call that tunnel? Gangway? Gangplank? I looked it up -- "airbridge." Now you know.) And someone non-Delta was meeting him in Atlanta to take him to his connecting flight.
I haven't heard from him yet...he was supposed to call in Atlanta but he didn't (I am thinking cell phone trouble, forgetfulness, or too busy with the meet-and-greet). I did call the organizers who assured me everyone got there OK.
Next plane departed 12 minutes ago, according to Flightarrivals.com.
But you can understand why I am a teary-eyed, snuffly mess right now. I miss him already, but when I post some of his itinerary you'll see what an amazing opportunity this is.
Bon voyage, Ernest.