Travel thread

[Strat]

Sitting in the Denver airport waiting out an hour delay of my flight home. There’s a line of hundreds of people waiting to talk to customer service re canceled flights. Terminal is borderline third world conditions; these people have been here awhile.

DIA is hell on earth.

How was your trip?

It was good. Got to meet my wife’s colleagues who are all cool people.

What did you do here!

[spike]

Sitting in the Denver airport waiting out an hour delay of my flight home. There’s a line of hundreds of people waiting to talk to customer service re canceled flights. Terminal is borderline third world conditions; these people have been here awhile.

DIA is hell on earth.

How was your trip?

It was good. Got to meet my wife’s colleagues who are all cool people.

What did you do here!

Bummed around the village during the day. Otherwise work events in the late afternoon/evening. This thing could’ve been anywhere really.

[Strat]

Sitting in the Denver airport waiting out an hour delay of my flight home. There’s a line of hundreds of people waiting to talk to customer service re canceled flights. Terminal is borderline third world conditions; these people have been here awhile.

DIA is hell on earth.

How was your trip?

It was good. Got to meet my wife’s colleagues who are all cool people.

What did you do here!

Bummed around the village during the day. Otherwise work events in the late afternoon/evening. This thing could’ve been anywhere really.

Well, that is unfortunate. At least it was great weather!

[spike]

Sitting in the Denver airport waiting out an hour delay of my flight home. There’s a line of hundreds of people waiting to talk to customer service re canceled flights. Terminal is borderline third world conditions; these people have been here awhile.

DIA is hell on earth.

How was your trip?

It was good. Got to meet my wife’s colleagues who are all cool people.

What did you do here!

Bummed around the village during the day. Otherwise work events in the late afternoon/evening. This thing could’ve been anywhere really.

Well, that is unfortunate. At least it was great weather!

Lovely weather. Holy hell is the sun hot at that altitude though.

[dad]

Sitting in the Denver airport waiting out an hour delay of my flight home. There’s a line of hundreds of people waiting to talk to customer service re canceled flights. Terminal is borderline third world conditions; these people have been here awhile.

DIA is hell on earth.

How was your trip?

It was good. Got to meet my wife’s colleagues who are all cool people.

What did you do here!

Bummed around the village during the day. Otherwise work events in the late afternoon/evening. This thing could’ve been anywhere really.

Well, that is unfortunate. At least it was great weather!

Lovely weather. Holy hell is the sun hot at that altitude though.

you are physically closer to it.

Spoiler: show

and god.

[spike]

I am never leaving DIA

[doug rr]

I am never leaving DIA

go broncos

[spike]

I am never leaving DIA

go broncos

I have left DIA

[96583UP]

DIA more like GAay amirite

[spike]

Got back four hours late, not terrible. It was touch and go until we got in the air.

[Strat]

Quick trip to Baltimore to meet up with the Mrs. for a few days before we come back home.

Meeting up with friends and going to the orioles and twins game.

Flying out of Vail and beer in hand. Boop

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Strat]

Quick trip to Baltimore to meet up with the Mrs. for a few days before we come back home.

Meeting up with friends and going to the orioles and twins game.

Flying out of Vail and beer in hand. Boop

How are those thank you cards coming

What do you think place cards were ?!

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Strat]

Those were the best admit it

[E.H. Ruddock]

lol. Did every one have writing in them? So thoughtful

[Strat]

lol. Did every one have writing in them? So thoughtful

Every single one hand painted and individualized notes.

[Chris_H_2]

Back in Rome for two days to wrap this trip up. Today was a good day.

Random encounter - ran into another attorney I know well from chicago behind the capitoline museum (my favorite view of rome). this after my wife ran into a former colleague in positano last week. which was two days after I ran into an old college buddy near piazza del popolo last week. Such a big, but small, world.

[wease]

We’ve taken a sizable handful of trips with my in-laws and every single time, my father-in-law runs into someone he knows.

[spike]

Quick trip to Baltimore to meet up with the Mrs. for a few days before we come back home.

Meeting up with friends and going to the orioles and twins game.

Flying out of Vail and beer in hand. Boop

Good luck on the quick part, especially if you’re connecting through DIA.