I’m in Chicago for my husband’s family’s annual Christmas party. We had reservations yesterday on a noon flight from San Jose. The first plane had a hydraulic problem so they flew down a replacement plane. That plane got to the end of the runway before an engine started spewing smoke. Eventually, a tug got us back to a gate, where we got off and waited. To our surprise, the problem was fixed and we took off, six hours late.
We arrived after midnight and rented a van from Avis. We started to leave the airport, discovered the van wouldn’t shift out of second gear and took it back for a replacement. We got to Milwaukee — my husband had a meeting early the next morning — at 2:15 am.
I had breakfast in the coffee shop. The waitress turned out to be a college student working on a degree in education. She and another customer were discussing a commission’s proposal to give Wisconsin students free tuition at state colleges and universities if they stay in the state for 10 years after graduation. Those who leave would have to pay back their college costs. The waitress said many of her friends are leaving the state for better opportunities elsewhere.
After the meeting, we drove back to pick up various family members for an afternoon trip to the Christkindl market in downtown Chicago.
Maybe I can pick up a menorah there for the first night of Hanukkah tonight. (Yes, I know. Not likely.) I was going to bring my old one, but I forgot. Or, thanks to Pajamas Media, I can play Swinging Dreidel by Kenny Ellis.
The party is Saturday. This is the first year John’s generation has taken over the planning from their parents. He says our job is to bring the pies.