drunks on the train, stuck on the plane and home in the rain
Sep 16th 2008kencosgroveUncategorized
When the deal ends it ends totally. After the thursday night session, sitting in my hotel room, it was satisfying to know that we had gotten to the end. This was made clearer friday morning when suddenly half of the cars that had been in the hotel parking lot were gone, the army was gone and the cops had cleared out. When the deal ends, it ends totally and everything that came with it just disappears into the air.
I spent my friday doing just about anything other than paying attention to the next day on the campaign trail. This included wandering around downtown Minneapolis and again being struck by how Canadian the place is. I mean this not just in terms of the climate but also in terms of the way in which the city is lain out and the building styles used. The other things that accentuate this are the indoor sports facility used (for now) for baseball and football, as well as the skyway system used to connect most of the major buildings on the second floor. The only difference is that in the Canadian cities that have such connections they tend to be underground instead of at level two. Having the Mall of America around emphasizes the sense of Canada that this area has because it is very much like its bigger counterpart and original megamall in Edmonton, Alberta (the West Edmonton Mall). To me the only real difference was that the MOA doesn’t have an ice rink in the middle of it and the Wild don’t practice there sometimes as is the case with the WEM and the Edmonton Oilers. The other similarity was that, on this friday, the high temperature might have been fifty degrees and the clouds moved in late in the afternoon.
What a good time to go inside and watch some meaningless mlb under the doomed baggy dome. The good people of the Twin Cities have decided that freezing through April, September and October if they ever get that far is a small price to pay for the pleasure of sitting outdoors during June, July and August and have decided to build a downtown outdoor stadium for the Twins that opens in two years. Of course, in three years, they’ll remember why the Metrodome was a good idea in the first place. The actual game wasn’t nearly as interesting as what happened on the way back to the hotel from it. Late friday night is always an interesting time to be on public transit and the Twin Cities provided no exception to that observation. I was wearing an old school logo Patriots sweatshirt because it was the only warm clothing that I had taken on the trip and this got the drunks going. First was the guy who had actually bet his house on the Patriots in the last superbowl and couldn’t get his head around what we had been doing on this trip or how the Patriots lost the last super bowl. I actually found explaining the latter to be a good bit easier than the former but both pretty much got nowhere. Then there was the Metrodome employee who spent five minutes explaining how the happiest day of his year was the day of the Super Bowl. I found the idea that anyone in a city this far away from Boston cared this much about our NFL team or would actually have been dumb enough to make a bet on the Super Bowl with that point spread after seeing the game in December to be somewhat amazing. The Metrodome guy was easy to deal with because I less than politely pointed out that the Patriots losing did nothing to either make the Vikings better or keep them in the Twin Cities and that unlike the Vikings, the New England pro football team has gotten into six super bowls and won three of them during its lifetime and those were all during the living memory of everyone on the train (the Vikes have, of course, gotten into three and lost them all at least twenty seven years ago meaning that almost have the people alive now have no memory of them playing a Super Bowl). Plus, if the happiest day of your year involves watching someone else’s football team lose the Super Bowl, what exactly does that say about the condition of your life and your personal priorties ?
Saturday, I finally got to leave for home. In airline logic this meant that my journey took me from Minneapolis to Atlanta where I got to hang around for four hours. This was a good time to think about the regional demography of the United States because it clearly illustrated the point regaring where different racial/ethnic groups live in large numbers. Atlanta has a much larger African-American population and a much larger native born African-American population than does the Twin Cities but the Twins seem to have good success in luring immigrants of color from abroad. The other thing that it pointed out was the regional variation in cuisine. For dinner I figured I would get a salad with chicken and ordered the same only to realize when I got it that, because I was in the South, this meant that salad was usually chopped up meat and some veg mixed up in mayo rather than greens, meat and some kind of dressing. Region still counts for a lot in the United States and food and demography clearly prove the point.
Following that, it was supposedly time for the last flight home. the airline in question boards thirty minutes before departure time and, as I found out in MSP, gets quite sniffy if the passenger has the nerve to assume that they follow the usual 20 minute protocol commonly found around the industry. So, we get on the plane and sit………The reason why we’re sitting is because airtran has decided that it wants to hold the plane to accomodate six passengers who are on a late inbound flight. That would have been fine except this went on for 55 minutes past depature time and an hour and twenty five minutes after we boarded for “an on time departure”. I have never been on an airline that waited this long or chose to accomodate six people at the expense of the other 194 on the airplane and have been left at the gate several times in such a circumstance (more than once arriving just in time to see my flight pull away without me). So, instead of getting to Boston at 11 PM, we finally got here at 12:05 AM. And, to make matters worse, on the way to Boston, someone in the front of the plane had a medical emergency that the MD sitting next to me ended up dealing with for the last hour and a half of the flight while all of the passengers looked at the ongoing hubbub with a great deal of concern. Thus, instead of simply cruising to the gate and exiting the plane, our egress with delayed further because a medical crew had to come onto the plane and remove the ill passenger. I’ve no quarrel with that but my complaint was that their earlier stupid decision made it very early sunday morning by the time we actually got into the terminal. Then there was the obligatory delay while the least efficient baggage ground staff at Logan did its magic. Why is that when I got to the terminal in Denver the bag was waiting for me and ten minutes after I did in MSP, my bag appeared but in Boston this takes another 30-40 minutes on a consistent basis ? I could guess but that would sound too much like a right wing talk show at this point.
Following that it was home in a torrential downpour arriving at our house at about 2:30 AM. At that point, the long and exiciting journey came to an end and the campaign bubble was totally exited.
The biggest thing that came out of this experience was the quality of the two tickets running and the people working on their behalf. Barack Obama and John McCain are excellent choices, far better than the quality of the Administration in office at present in my opinion. They are worthy of our attention and worthy of making the effort to see in person if you’ve not already done so.







