I made it to my hotel a few minutes ago and wanted to upload the pictures I took today. They aren't anything spectacular, but I like to take pictures, so bare with me. I actually ended up getting on the flight I was scheduled to be on in Salt Lake City, but my bag didn't. The flight doesn't get in for another 3 hours, so I'm doubting I'll see it tonight, but hopefully it will...
This morning finds me at the airport, bound for Minneapolis. Despite arriving on time, I've been greeted by that all-too-familiar announcement: flight delayed. Thankfully, free Wi-Fi and an electrical outlet have transformed this inconvenience into an impromptu work session. Armed with a fresh Starbucks, I've settled in to observe the fascinating microcosm that is airport life. People Under Pressure The airport reveals human nature in its most unfiltered form. A few rows down, a mother...
The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday morning. Perhaps it's the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it's the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable. A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the garage with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other....
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Try not to say "woaaaah"...I dare you...I didn't make it more than maybe 30 seconds.