Leaving the frozen North

This “fine” 14-degree morning finds me at Kansas City International Airport. Funny, the airport doesn’t seem to have that international flair. You can get heat-lamp breakfast bagels with egg, sausage and bacon for free. That is because they were yesterday’s. And how about a bottle of water for $3.10? Ah, the joys of travel.

Snow is everywhere but hopefully not on our runways as we leave in hopefully 45 minutes for the subtropical climate of Southeast Texas. I think Wednesday night’s-early Thursday snowstorm left about 7 inches on the ground. More snow expected today, but hopefully I will be back home when that happens. The weather said the temperature is not expected to climb above freezing here in KC at least in the next week. That is just sad.

This has been a crappy trip. I think I broke my camera yesterday while taking photos of the old Union Station’s fantastic-looking ceilings. It looks as if it will take maybe a month  to get it fixed and depending on how far the manufacturer thinks the camera fell from my hands will decide whether the warranty for my “shock-proof” camera will kick in. Otherwise, Kansas City has some pretty friendly people, I will give them that. I would have liked to explore the city, period. But snow and my meetings took that down the old John Crapper.

Boarding time is approaching, so until …