The Grand Adventure: Part 2

Detroit, I hardly knew ye

I was passed out through pretty much the entire flight from the Great Salt Lake. Not the good kind of sleep that makes you feel well rested… just that sleep on a plane passed out kind of sleep that makes you feel exhausted.

Detroit is truly a great airport.  You’re never too far away from a Starbucks, there is a good but simple internal tram/train, and a bizarre tunnel:

Obama’s picture looms eerily on enormous wall-mounted television screens all over the airport. I guess he’s talking to Congress about health care. Why is that when someone says that they want a dialogue they always just want to tell you what to do?

My flight to Elmira is boarding… gotta run…