Marooned in Milwaukee

My Midwest Airlines flight from Philadelphia to Milwaukee was delayed two hours, enough to miss the connector to the Twin Cities. So I'm stranded here for a night in a Clarion Hotel instead of partying like it's 2004 at Reid's house. My flight leaves tomorrow at 8 AM.

I spent a quality 28 hours in humid Philadelphia, staying at Cassidy's nice apartment. This afternoon I saw the Constant Gardener which was superb. I also caught most of the demise of the Red Sox, including the last few outs in a pro-White Sox Philly Airport Bar. I'm excited for Jeremy, whose unbelievable loyalty to the White Sox is finally paying dividends. I hope this run doesn't end as tragically as it did for his Illini last spring.

Already two hideous aspects of the Upper Midwest have come to my attention: the sharp, biting sting of the cold fall air on my skin; and the sharp, biting sting of the Upper Midwest accent on my ears. Still I am really excited to be heading back to the Twin Cities tomorrow and looking forward to the next month immensely.