Somewhere over Minnesota

3pm I just managed to have one of those extra-dramatic “I gotta get on that plane!” moments this afternoon while trying to catch a flight to Minneapolis. And yes, I ran with one shoe on, untied, toward the gate just to see the plane taxi away. My fault for cutting it so close, but also their fault (NorthWest) for not staffing the ticket counter and leaving the gate 25 minutes before the estimated departure time. Everyone should probably have one of these to keep them humble, right? Sheesh.

9pm Half-way there to Lincoln, Neb. The approach into Minneapolis was trying, with plenty of action for the thrill seekers as the dinky prop plane kept slipping and sliding toward the runway. The big Bass ale I drank with dinner has gone straight to my head; I can see lightning in the distance. A jet awaits us.

11pm I’ve made it! More to follow…