Ah, home in Killingworth. We’re several hours late, but surely better off than anybody who thought they’d be in Denver today… Life Home in Killingworth
I’d forgotten how much I hate the Vegas airport. A sea of humanity, tempted by glittering and beeping slot machines. No place to sit and eat – just sticky stools in front of machines that fool the statistically challenged. Now onto Hartford! Life Filthy Vegas Airport