A Tale of Two Cities

I've been fortunate to see some pretty cool things in my relatively short life. New Mexico is definitely high on the list (and we love lists at Generalist Musings). Albuquerque is really nice, laid out fairly simply, and I could definitely see myself living there one day. It's a cool college town, not too big, and close to a casino (where i won $60). The fact that its regularly over 100 degrees in the summer would take some getting used to.

Santa Fe, which is about 40 minutes north (with speed limits topping out at a spiffy 75 mph), is a little more quaint, but also more touristy. While there, I was fortunate enough to have a delightful conversation with an artist, who waxed poetically on the nature of true art (versus decoration) as a manifestation of universal truth. Trippy.

Unfortunately, the high wouldn't last long. I slowly descended into the third level of hell - AKA Chicago's O'Hare airport.

I have been known to be a Chicago basher before. But this post lands fairly at the feet of O'Hare. Midway in contrast is a glorious blessing. Since I started my job, I've probably taken about 100 flights. Exactly two of them have been cancelled. Guess where those two flights were? You got it, O'Hare airport. Where did a gate agent basically call me a liar? Hmmm, O'Hare airport. What airport will I never fly into or through again.... ...Because so much time had passed between my previous O'Hare snowstorm debacle, I had forgotten about the horror that is O'Hare.

Oh well. 1 out of 2 ain't bad.