Stop in Dallas

I’m stuck in purgatory at the Dallas Ft. Worth airport Hyatt (not the Grand Hyatt…the other one).

It’s a long story.  I tried to play some offense on my travel back from Vegas due to ever-changing weather and travel conditions yesterday, and despite the fact that I didn’t once gamble during my time there, the house won out and I got stuck for a day at the airport.

Fortunately, the nice people at the Hyatt have let me have the room until 3 pm, which has allowed me a productive Friday.  From there, I’ll be spending some time in one of the lovely Admiral’s Clubs here.

I’ve never stayed at one of the Dallas airport hotels before, probably because I never had much reason to.

But in case you ever do, know there is lots of noise, which would be because airplanes are constantly taking off and landing.

I also think I picked up a nice bug in Vegas.  What happened there apparently didn’t stay there after all.

Otherwise, I have nothing more substantive than that to post at this time, except to share a brief anecdote from my childhood.

When I was a young boy scout while growing up near Dallas, I remember taking a boy scout trip to the, then, new Dallas Ft. Worth airport.

I remember seeing the new space-age trams (which ended up being dreadfully slow and recently replaced), the new runways, all the new terminals, etc. and thinking to myself, wow, how cool and futuristic.

I even remember one of the airport spokespeople estimating for our boy scout troop how busy the airport would likely be by the year 2000.

And I remember thinking to myself, wow, by the year 2000 I’ll be 33 whole years old.

Here it is, almost 10 years after the year 2000, and I’m stuck here in travel purgatory.

If you’d told me back then how central a role this particular airport, and airports in general, would come to play in my life, I’d have laughed at you and told you you were a crazy adult.

Scout’s honor.