I finally broke down and texted the kid.
Turns out he got lost somewhere out in Greek Town and had a long hike back to where he needed to be.
I've just gotten off the phone with him. He is already at Porter Air's lovely airport on Toronto Island for his flight home, proud of his budgeting for meals and transportation and tired.
He thinks the interview went well although can now barely remember what was asked or said. He does remember that at least two of the panel were impressed with the quality of his script given how little training he has. He was also asked if his script was made into a movie which director would he chose to direct it. He said Mike Nichols.
Anyway, he's checking in, going through security and calling me back.
He'll be home about 11 Atlantic Time.
And I have a going away party to organize.