I’m off to another ordination. This time it is the ordination to the priesthood of one of the frequent commentators here, soon-to-be Fr. Tim Ferguson. He is, as you might remember, the author of the parody songs I’ve done from time to time. Fr. Ferguson has been on this road for a long time, so it will be a great joy to see him ordained at long last.
This will take place in the Cathedral of Marquette.
I had to drive to Milwaukee for the flights, since there was nothing available in and out of Mad City. So, I had a bit of a drive to get to the airport and, I found, my car’s AC isn’t working. Blech.
Oh the glamour of travel. So far during boarding I’ve been bumped in the head by the backpacks of the spatially challenged, and I changed my rental car reservation.
So I walk into a Delta Sky Club at DTW-B and “Maria” at the desk sends a young man to chase me down to tell me that I can’t eat it in the club. I wasn’t trying to by the way, but, damn, Maria had me hunted down.
Of course these Sky Clubs have such wonderful fare for the clients.
I should start chronicling how awful some of the stuff is… especially in comparison with thee lounges at Heathrow and Schipol.