* * * * * My second landing attempt at Miami – despite the pressurization bumps to our ears - was successful without further incident. As for my captain developing a bad case of the “shakes,” I never did determine its cause. He seemed to be alright on the flight back to Dulles a couple of days later. So as not to embarrass him, I refrained from bringing the subject up. One of the worst events, in a jaded airline crew’s life, is having to wait aimlessly for the hotel’s van to pick them up. Especially when they’ve undergone a long, tough day as my crew had. Currently we were on the sidewalk at Miami Arrivals, and, as usual, our hotel’s van was late. So my worn out crew – resembling Miami’s homeless - copped a squat on their suitcases. ...