It had to happen one day ...
Tal and I will have been married 21 years just past midway through next month. And, in at least half a dozen attempts over the years we have never had a good experience flying into, out of or through Chicago's O'Hare Airport. Any number of things has kept us aloft, grounded, delayed. Thunderstorms nearing the southern end of Lake Michigan. Ground delay in Atlanta. Overweight aircraft (requiring removal of passengers and finding their luggage in the hold).
Today our frustrating and humorous track record changed.
After another early morning (to which Tal awoke without yesterday's fever) and fabulous Embassy Suites breakfast we were aboard our coach at the main entrance to the hotel at 8:30. O'Hare was first on the schedule, followed by Midway.
But, wait. The luggage which had been picked up from our rooms at 6:30 hadn't been brought downstairs yet. I had a bad feeling ... Did part of me want the day to be a snarl-filled trial? Is the O'Hara "badge" we've worn for all these years something I didn't actually want to give up? I wonder.
Anyway, despite the initial delay, we ended up at the US Airways counter ahead of schedule, obtained boarding passes and handed over our suitcases, breezed -- unshod -- through security and were seated at our gate for the 12:10 flight before 10:00. Then, wonder of wonders, the flight boarded on time and, since all passengers were accounted for, we were airborne early. Once in Charlotte the shuttle to remote parking was where and when we were told to expect it. We found the car -- covered with 17 days of grit -- and were home before 7:00.
In short, the we could not have asked for a smoother day of travel. Tomorrow we'll fetch Whitby and Belle from All God's Creatures, start the washer to churning, tackle the grass and plow through the mail. For the moment, however, I'm going to be content with the end of our long-antagonistic relationship with O'Hare.