Chicago Layover
It's 2:48 pm CST, (12:48 pm PST, 3:48 EST), and I'm now sitting in a shady spot in O'Hare waiting for my plane to New York. I think the air conditioner isn't working so well today...there are big fans blowing hot air near my gate...so, I'm sitting over here with the Indianapolis people.
Well, O'Hare is still the same, at least in Concourses B and C. There's still that crazy psychedelic moving walkway. You are now approaching the moving walkway, please watch your step. You know (or maybe you don't), the crazy tunnel connecting the the United concourses with that funky neon ceiling light display. You are now approaching the end of the moving walkway, please look down. Every time I move through that thing, I try to find a pattern in the movement of the lights; but it still puzzles me. I honestly don't try very hard.
I feel as though I've spent a ridiculous amount of time in these two terminals...the majority of my layovers have been here since...college....before college? And I fly 3-4 times a year....minimum? I don't even really like United. Ha ha...that's what Pico Iyer said when United sent him a letter telling him that he had flown over a million miles (literally) with this one aforementioned airline. (It's those darn yet wonderful frequent flyer miles.) Pico Iyer is my favorite travel writer; I was thinking about what he was saying about airports when I was still at YVR. For him, he feels very at home in an airport. I resonate with that...but I still very much itch to leave the airport. For him, it's like a self-sustaining city unto himself. He once did this experiment living for a week at LAX. I don't think I ever want to try that; 2 days snowed in at JFK was enough for me. For him, the airport symbolized this nationless identity. I think I'm in the wrong terminal to see that, or maybe in the wrong section. I am still sitting with the Indianapolis folks. (God bless them!)
Well, O'Hare is still the same, at least in Concourses B and C. There's still that crazy psychedelic moving walkway. You are now approaching the moving walkway, please watch your step. You know (or maybe you don't), the crazy tunnel connecting the the United concourses with that funky neon ceiling light display. You are now approaching the end of the moving walkway, please look down. Every time I move through that thing, I try to find a pattern in the movement of the lights; but it still puzzles me. I honestly don't try very hard.
I feel as though I've spent a ridiculous amount of time in these two terminals...the majority of my layovers have been here since...college....before college? And I fly 3-4 times a year....minimum? I don't even really like United. Ha ha...that's what Pico Iyer said when United sent him a letter telling him that he had flown over a million miles (literally) with this one aforementioned airline. (It's those darn yet wonderful frequent flyer miles.) Pico Iyer is my favorite travel writer; I was thinking about what he was saying about airports when I was still at YVR. For him, he feels very at home in an airport. I resonate with that...but I still very much itch to leave the airport. For him, it's like a self-sustaining city unto himself. He once did this experiment living for a week at LAX. I don't think I ever want to try that; 2 days snowed in at JFK was enough for me. For him, the airport symbolized this nationless identity. I think I'm in the wrong terminal to see that, or maybe in the wrong section. I am still sitting with the Indianapolis folks. (God bless them!)
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