Takeoff???

We had a blizzard overnight with maybe 10-12 inches of snow, so I was a bit surprised to see my flight listed as "On Time".  John was a trooper and made it here in time to get me to the airport... I'll spare you the potentially incriminating photo of us trying to look through the funky frozen windshield to find our way to Terminal C.

As we arrived, the airport was just waking up from the storm.  There were no lines and I flew through check-in and security. That left me with a long wait... The sign  beckoned, and I had an incredible "Roast Beef Hash" as my last western meal.  

I probably won't live as long for having this breakfast, but in my mind the trade off is worth it.