just call me horchata

Coming home from Philadelphia, my flight left late as usual and I missed my connection in Detroit. I haven't made but one connection in the past two months. Unless it's the first couple of flights in the morning, it's almost a sure thing that you won't get home the same day. One thing that was wonderful, Northwest Airlines gave me a nice hotel room for the night, unlike Delta who left me in a real jam in Atlanta last time. The Delta agents were pretty mean to me, too. Go Northwest! When I have a choice with whom to fly, I pick you. The pic is from the connecting tunnel between terminals A and C in Detroit. It's a real nice moving light show with surreal music playing. Be home Thursday morning, I hope.

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