Technically, that’s the Traverse City Cherry Capital Airport. My flight is at 7:10 p.m. and it’s currently about 4:30. Oh, and everything is closed because that 7:10 flight is the next and last flight of the day.
Not to worry:
I have Internet, which is how I’m writing this.
I have access to an outlet, so I don’t have to worry about power.
I have a Diet Dr Pepper.
I have several good books (including one from Byron, two student short stories and a couple of unwatched 30 Rock episodes on my iTunes.)
The Michigan trip has been darn good. Really good turn-out at all three events, a drop-in at a terrific store in Gaylord, great weather and great company. (Until I was dropped off at the airport, I was with publicist Emily Fink and her dad, Alan.)
If the gods of aviation are kind, I’ll be in Cleveland by 10:30 tonight. But wherever I am, I’m going to be eating bad stuff, watching television, reading books and killing time with e-mail, so why not here?
Maybe I’ll just read <a href=”http://www.nytimes.com/2007/04/22/books/review/Crime.t.html?ref=books”>this</a> over and over.