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Crazy Ivan

I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar

I was cautioned before this trip to be flexible..to not let things upset me because they may not be on schedule or at a place our team is expecting them to be.

When I was first told this, I thought of Wash from Firefly. His mantra (which is also on my license plate holder) was the above quote.

I got 3 hours of sleep. No worries. I am a leaf on the wind.

I got to Port Columbus...and out with relatively no hitch. Got to Chicago and kept seeing the 8:30 (Chicago time) departure get bumped. At 10:30 we finally got airborn. We're flying under radar because of issues with Chicago Air Traffic control...so it's bumpy as shit.

AND...none of the foodcourt spots had the signature Chicago cuisine availble (because YES, I might just want a slice of deep dish or a Chicago dawg at 7AM...DUH). And no, the cookie stand is NOT part of the food court.

None of this is bugging me though. I'm not frustrated or upset. I got some great Super Action Action Man shots (I'm really thinking he needs his own FB page). I'm mostly just tired at this point.

But it's all good. I'm definitely getting my money's worth out of the in-flight wi-fi. Now to settle back for the next 2 1/2 hours.

 

Catch you on the Texas side, my friends!

 

-A.T.

 

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