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calgary to chicago With the Rocky Mountains in the rear view mirror, I drove to Calgary this morning for the last time. I was going home and it was sad. For a week my biggest concern was where I wanted to go for the day and I liked that feeling. There were no bills to pay except for the one given to me at a restaurant. A week of wandering was almost over and I wasn't ready for it to end. In contrast to the usual negative view given by airlines these days, one of the flight attendants made the flight home humorous. As she was reciting the mantra about not smoking in the bathrooms aboard the plane, I noticed a word that didn't seem quite right. She said that any tampering would result in a fine or a beating. Very few people besides myself seemed to notice the improvisation, but I kept listening for more of them every time that she spoke. |