I’m off to NYC to meet some friends and have a couple of days of R&R before continuing on my way to Rome for the pilgrimage.
So far it’s a typical Delta experience: flight delayed. At least I don’t have a connecting flight.
After a loooong delay we are boarding.
We are on the ground in Chicago after an emergency landing. Sigh. And so the delays increase along with the pointless and less than informative apologies.
Rather like a Synod briefing.
They set us down at O’Hare. As it stands they are moving us all to another LGA flight at the very next gate scheduled to board in about 20 minutes. Could be worse.
You know the old story about the pessimist who says, “Things can’t possibly get any worse!”, to which the optimist responds, “Oh yes they can!”
And watch out for N873RW!
Is this an ironic contrapasso or what? Reading about Dante….
Landed. Bag arrived. Cab obtained. Tri-B and FDR zoomed.
I find this building almost irresistibly photogenic. Decorated with hubcaps!
Pumpkin seed brittle with a dash of cayenne. They could have used a bit more cayenne.
A sampling of cheeses with friends as an afternoon snack.
One of these days I’ll find out what this surreal business is all about.