Reflections on being home at last
I'm in a better mood this morning after my own breakfast of toast made from bread from the farmers market (which I had frozen) and a pot of Irish breakfast tea with a lot of milk and a little bit of sugar.
The best breakfast I had in Illinois was at Manny's in the airport yesterday. How weird is that? Well, not as weird as the fact that because I had a little time I also got a flu shot while I was waiting for my plane.
I think the woman was insulted when I asked her if she was a nurse, but you never know. What a great scam that could be.
Midway really is your full-service airport. ...
Actually, when I got in to BWI I passed Vino Volo again and was tempted to stop for a flight of wine and some small plates. A little farther along someone was giving a chair massage of head and shoulders. Ten minutes for $15. I could have gone for that, too.
Remember that Tom Hanks movie The Terminal, Worst Movie Ever Made? It's beginning to seem more and more possible, even desirable, just to move into an airport.
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