Winter Wasteland
So yesterday's flight was pretty much the same as any other flight, except for a couple things: I was compressed into a space half my width due to my neighbour oozing into my [already narrow] seat, I experienced lingering grogginess and soreness from my recent illness, and the landing was botched. But then again there was probably more snow blowing onto the runway than there has ever been in Metropolitan Atlanta at any time ever. Other than the shittiness, it was an okay flight. Think positive.
Before we got to David's house, David, Elia and I went to the Air Force Museum in Dayton. That in and of itself was pretty uneventful, but there was a near-miss with the directions getting into the museum, whereas we almost found ourselves seeking entry to an actual Air Force base. How do they explain it to the Department of Homeland Security when a Finn, a Russian, and a Hungarian Jew pull up to an Air Force base in a red minivan?
Before we got to David's house, David, Elia and I went to the Air Force Museum in Dayton. That in and of itself was pretty uneventful, but there was a near-miss with the directions getting into the museum, whereas we almost found ourselves seeking entry to an actual Air Force base. How do they explain it to the Department of Homeland Security when a Finn, a Russian, and a Hungarian Jew pull up to an Air Force base in a red minivan?