I came into Houston from Las Vegas once during a hurricane. The wind gusts across the runway were at times 70 mph (too much to land). We made 3 attempts, each one a quick spiral down only to be waved off and have to struggle for altitude. The pilot announced on the 3rd attempt that we land or head to Dallas. He stuck it on the runway between gusts. A friend and me were of the few not leaving the airplane with a garbage bag! The ones who had drank all night before leaving Vegas had LARGE bags! and had real funny complexions!

When things get rough... people start calling Ralph. First someone up front says 'RRR AAALLLL PHHH' then son other chime in "RALLLLPH" next they are all calling RALPHHH! Never did figure out who Ralph was!