Any day that starts with an 0330 alarm going off while sleeping on a friend’s couch is going to be a challenge, even under the best of circumstances.
A sub-zero January morning on Long Island greeted me and my headlamp as I made my way to JFK. I wandered the concourse after dropping off my rental car, found my new traveling companion, New Yorker and Martha’s Vineyard-native Tom Graham, and grabbed a cup of coffee. “What’s in that carry-on?” I asked Tom, a slight, smiling, bespectacled guy with soft eyes and some graying scruff . “Tons of supplies,” he said. “Garbage bags, pencils, a bunch of stuff for the orphanage, I guess.”
Five hours later we landed in Port au Prince, Hait. It was 97 degrees, and I wound up…