To those of you who asked whether I made it out of Heathrow to the American Philological Association meeting in Anaheim, the answer is YES -- but it took me 39 hours door to door.
OK, only 11 hours flying time; but a good few hours in the Sofitel at Heathrow, and a good few hours on the tarmac, wondering if we would outlive the legal flying time of the crew (in the end they gave us an extra pilot from some plane that had been cancelled to somewhere else). Still, the good news was that I got here, unlike our panel chair and organiser, who was stranded at Heathrow and forced back to Oxford.
So far as I can see, Anaheim is not my kind of place. And outside the conference hotel, there is little to do by explore Disneyland. This has its advantages for a big conference. Go to Chicago or New York, and the big rich guys are always off to some expensive foodie restaurant, or at least doing the galleries (for the not so rich). Here in Anaheim, everyone stays in the conference hotel, because there is no alternative.
The result is that I have seen more people in a shorter time than at almost any other recent conference I have been to. Moral, I suppose: hold conferences in nasty places and the delegates will meet each other much more easily.