On the Road Again

Spending extended periods of time away from home can be draining, even exhausting. And it can be disorienting at times — "Now WHICH city was I just in last week?" 

But it has its moments, too.

I come to you right now from Midway Airport in Chicago, where I’m about to greet my beloved bride. She was able to get free for a few days, so during the parts of this weekend that I’m not working, we’ll be having a little working vacation. (So please, cross your fingers for no rain delays or extra innings!)

During my weekend in Denver, I found a terrific coffee place, though immediately upon finding it, I also learned that it will be closing within the week. Bittersweet, but I’m glad I found them for at least a couple of delicious Americanos.

And then there was this morning, in Denver, when I saw sights the likes of which I had never seen before. At about 6:15 a.m., heading to the airport to catch my ungodly early flight, I first saw ligthning in the eastern sky. Not quite the-world-is-ending lightning like we had after the storm the other night, but cool stuff to see nonetheless. Then the sunrise started to get going in earnest. So you had lightning in the dark in one direction, and bright orange pastels rising in another.

Then, a rainbow. One that you could see from one end to the other. And as the day gradually brightened, the rainbow grew a little more defined. And as I stopped to fill up my rental car with gas, a faint second rainbow emerged around the first one.

Just incredible stuff. And if it hadn’t been chilly, and raining, and blowing wind at about 40 mph, I would have tried to take a picture of it.

All things being equal, I would have rather still been asleep at 6:15 a.m. But if I’d been sleeping, I would have missed something I don’t figure I’ll ever forget.

I’ll have some baseball blogging for y’all over the weekend, I promise. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go over to gate A9 and surprise someone who is expecting to be met at baggage claim, not at the gate.

Currently playing on the iPod: Doves, The Last Broadcast.



So glad you have such a glowing last-memory of your stay in Denver. As a Coloradan (my folks still live there) who has lived outside the state for the past 15 years, I’ve always said: Colorado is a wonderful place to be from because the moment you get weary of the world you’re living in, you’ve got an amazing place to go seek refuge.

Enjoy your mini vacation in Chicago. And may your wife’s visit (along with a successful run against the Cubs) make it all the more enjoyable.

Take care,


Looks like a good weekend to be in Chicago — aside from the 90-degree temps expected.

We’re actually headed there as well for a family reunion centered around the Pitchfork Music Festival taking place Saturday and Sunday in Union Park. They’ve got some really good bands playing that someone with your musical tastes would probably appreciate: The Futureheads, The Walkmen, Spoon, Yo La Tengo, Mission of Burma, and my current favorites, The National.

My parents are going to Sunday’s Cards-Cubs tilt in what will be the first visit to Wrigley for both of them.

Oh, and I forgot the most important bit of information: We’ll be guiding my 16-year old sisters through their very first viewing of “The Big Lebowski.”

Provided no one suffers heat stroke, it should be an excellent weekend all around.

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