Category: Airport Chronicles

I lived in DC for four years as a college student, which breaks down to three academic years and four summers. Students have a very different relationship to their settings than non-students do; undergrads...

Chicago always knows what I need and cheerfully gives it to me. Over the years I’ve been in and out of Chicago for work, college, family visits, and randomness. If one is to spend...

Asheville is an achingly hip, craft beer soaked, delightfully southern town nestled in the heart of the first mountains I ever loved. I’d been there as a kid, travelling with a youth choir, but...

I grew up thinking airports were gigantic things, self-contained cities in their own right, whirling and spinning, the equivalent of a class 5 white water rapid in the river of moving humanity. I eventually...

In the odd butterfly effect way that air travel happens, a cancelled flight to Cincinnati has caused me to have to stay in the Pittsburgh airport while trying to get to DC. It is...

I made it about halfway through last April’s chronicles before things caught up with me, then my life sort of got turned upside down for a while. Now that I’m more accustomed to the...

You’d be forgiven for thinking I’d given up on the trip blogging. I made it past the halfway point of the month of insanity and stalled after the drive between Savannah and Atlanta. Part...

“The Savannah airport is best described as ‘intimate.’ It has two major shops: a flip-flop shop and a sunglasses emporium, facing each other across the concourse. Also, not a shred of data access. I...

It’s an odd road I’ve taken to get to where I am. I grew up a very stereotypical American child, geographically challenged and insular. Now I’m Irish by choice, living in a house with...