The Next Dark Age
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Things I Forgot to Bring to Fargo
- My Passport. No, I am not running for the border. How far is the border, anyway? But I normally use it for airport security because it is easier to grab than my driver’s license.
- A hairbrush. No kidding.
- Pajamas. I remembered my Urlacher jersey for the game tomorrow night, but not a bloody nightshirt. I will be sleeping in the turtleneck that I wear under said jersey.
This trip was looking like an “everything that can go wrong, will”. My meeting materials were not finished when I left the office at lunchtime today. The parking lots at O’Hare were full. By “parking lots”, I mean Daily Parking, Valet Parking and Economy Parking. I had to park at the double remote parking lot that involved taking a bus to the Economy Parking Lot where you pick up the train to the terminal. I didn’t know such a place existed.
On the train, a guy started counting. He got to eleven. Eleven squad cars with their lights on. Then I spotted a fire in the distance. Lots of smoke and on property. Not on a runway, but in that general direction. I still don’t know what that was.
Then I went to my super-secret security line where there is no line. And I couldn’t use it because I did the mobile phone boarding pass and they didn’t have the scanner there. So I went to the next line, where there was a serious queue, and the very nice i.d. checker was going awfully slow because it was her first day. And then I was selected for a pat-down.
I had a vague moment of wonder – whether Someone was trying to tell me not to get on that airplane today.
I ignore those thoughts, which is good because the flight was on time and perfectly pleasant. The hotel shuttle was waiting for me when I got outside in the 27 degree Fargo night. And I was assured in the bar that the Bears game would be on the big screen tomorrow night.
All is right with the world.
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