I seem to take most of my photos when I'm traveling. That's probably a good thing; if my photo output was representative of my life you'd have two or three photos of my desk every day, plus a couple of my darkened bedroom every night. Hardly the kind of thing you'd bother clicking on.
I got to the airport very early in the morning.
I actually got two surprises.
First, I somehow got bumped or upgraded from Coach to First Class, which was nice. Second, one of the luggage bins had come loose from the hinge at one end, and they did a stopgap repair so we could just get going to Charlotte.
On the way into Charlotte there was some kind of big chain of lakes with vacation homes on them. My seatmate, who was in the banking industry (Charlotte is also a big banking capital, it's the Geneva of the South (I made that up just now)), told me about how they stock the lakes with trout.
In the Charlotte airport was this mechanical
aviation-history-themed kinetic sculpture, which if you look closely
is actually holding up a clock. I didn't notice the clock at all
until just now when writing this caption.
North Carolina is also where Kitty Hawk is. That's where the guys from Ohio tested their airplane, so both states lay claim to all kinds of aviation historicalness. Kind of the way both Florida and Texas lay claim to the moon landing; they went to the moon from Florida but spent the whole time talking to Texas.
Other things in Charlotte included a sales booth of my former employer, and an aviation museum near the runway.
Shaene picked me up at the airport. In the arrivals lane there was some chick who'd come up with the idea of standing atop her pickup truck to better see and be seen. Shaene thought this was cool and imitated her, but I didn't get a picture of it.
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