The only fly in the ointment: There was a voicemail from Lisa when I arrived at SFO. A universal joint on the driveshaft of her pickup truck has "shattered" according to her. She called me from what appears to be a very nice rest area on I-65 in Kentucky, where she will stay tonight. (Unlike some other states with rules like "not more than two hour parking," Kentucky rest areas don't mind overnight parking.) Lisa says the problem should be relatively easy to fix if she can get the van to a driveshaft specialist.
After claiming my luggage, Cheryl and I drove to my office, where I looked for such specialists in the Bowling Green area. I found one likely looking place in Glasgow KY and printed out the details. We then headed off to BASFA.
Lisa called just as the BASFA meeting started. I passed on the contact information for the driveshaft place, and she'll call them in the morning. If she can't drive the pickup (which will still move but makes awful noise, she says), she can have AAA tow her -- that's why we pay for the insurance. She sounds pretty calm under the circumstances. Maybe that's because it's not so bitterly cold as it was in Ohio. Fingers crossed.