The musings of a kid colliding with middle age with the grace of an angry hippo, racing, on ice.
Doing it all the hard way...
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
The day started at whoa, dark:thirty. A quick shower and off to the airport. You can get a great spot when you are parking before five am. Spot A7. Since I have a special affinity for the number seven, I took that as a good omen.
Empty seat next to me, all looking good. Great sandwich thing at O'Hare airport, which Rik turned me on to.