I’m sitting in O’Hare Airport in Chicago and the New York Giants have just won the Superbowl 17-14 over the previously unbeaten New England Patriots. My flight to Warsaw is supposed to leave in 45 minutes but I’m hearing murmurs about “maintenance on the plane.” It’s been a long day. The late flight from Rochester that I was supposed to be on starting slipping in the schedule and I managed to get on an earlier one to Chicago. That ended up leaving two hours late but I got here in plenty of time. My original flight was eventually canceled.
There were only about 10 of us on the flight to Chicago who were not part of the University of Chicago basketball teams who played in Rochester today (men won, women lost). I’ve traveled with various sports teams in the past, and this was the quietest, most studious group.
It looks like a blizzard outside. The earlier delays were all because of a winter weather warning, and I would say we’re past that. They usually try to get these big international flights out somehow, so I’m not too concerned, other than when I can get to sleep.
Update: We lifted off the ground around 11:30 Chicago time and the rest of the trip was uneventful, which is just the way I like them.