Back from Chicago, and happy to see that the elves left the homestead (West Coast edition) in respectable shape, though the refrigerator has been emptied.
A little oddity on the taxi ride from Evanston to O'Hare. The cab driver got a call from a lady at the airport wanting a pickup. She gave her location, and he said fine -- but made clear to let her know that he was in Evanston at that moment, which is about 40 minutes away. In fact, he told her this twice. And she said "Okay." After the call, the driver and I thought this was quite odd -- why on earth would she wait 40 minutes (at least) for a taxi. Well, it turned out to indeed be odd, because she called back five minutes later, wondering where he is -- and he repeated that he was in Evanston. Finally, she got a little perturbed and started asking him about sending another cab instead. He said that he couldn't, that he was just a driver who she'd called. After she hung up, saying she'll have to figure something out, I asked the driver, "Why doesn't she just call the cab company and order a cab??" He had no idea either.
The flight back was fine, though the American plane wasn't nearly as nice as the one outbound. Among other things, that had a high-end entertainment center with a huge selection of movies, TV shows and music to choose from on the personal video screen at each seat. (I watched "American Made" with Tom Cruise, which was very well made, and I enjoyed it. It's based on a true story which is fascinating, though a bit tough to get behind the main character who's a sort of rough cowboy pilot, doing a lot of work on behalf of the CIA, but on the side realized he can make A LOT of money running cocaine.) The return flight was a more basic plane, with small, distant screens showing some movie with Legos. I chose not to watch. Got a lot of reading done and also had used Amazon Prime to download one of their series to view.
I thought the flight would turn out to be dismal, since there was a crying baby (well, more a whining baby) two rows ahead for the first 20 minutes or so. That's a lot of "mamamamamamama mamm mammm mamamamama's" But for whatever reason, all went well after that, and all was quiet.
Anyway, I'm back, unpacked -- I'm one of those who like to unpack right away, and am a little beat, so I'll recharge, catch up on some paperwork, a few of the TV programs I recorded, and will be up and running tomorrow.
Robert J. Elisberg is a political commentator, screenwriter, novelist, tech writer and also some other things that I just tend to keep forgetting.
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