Next morning both Robert and Les get exercise before we head to the airport. Robert runs and Les uses the hotel's excellent workout room. Our lobby call for pick up is pushed back because scheduling already knows we'll be late departing, due to a mechanical delay on the incoming equipment. Better to wait comfortably at the hotel. We sign in an hour before the rescheduled departure, check the flight plan, weather, etc., and wait. Finally the 757 arrives and we hustle down the jetway in an effort to make up some turn time. Les queries the incoming crew about the mechanical; it was a problem with air conditioning packs that required a return to the gate in Chicago - the airplane functioned fine on the trip in. The captain, whom Les has never met, says at the end, "Aren't you Les Abend, the guy who writes for Flying?" Les acknowledges the recognition, the captain is complimentary, and just when I think we've said our goodbyes, the captain looks at me and says, "And this must be Dick Karl." I am immensely pleased.