Lincoln, NE does not appear to have a whole lot going on. Of course, I could be wrong. It’s not like I’m out checking out that night life.
Almost as soon as I hit my room, I changed and ventured out on foot — with camera in hand. This would serve two purposes. (1) Run 3 miles, and (2) Photograph the Cornhusker.
I’m en route to Nebraska. Actually, I’m hanging out at the airport — recovering from my taxi ride — while I wait for the first of two flights to board. I’m not kidding.
Okay, so I don’t make the best of backseat drivers (or riders) but PLEASE tell me why, oh why do taxi drivers need to drive so aggressively? And BUMPily?
*sigh*
You could say that I don’t travel well.
I am one to never fly without Dramamine in hand. I get the chewable formula, just in case there is no water available on the other side of security. Because heaven (and those TSA agents) forbid me to take more than 3 oz of fluid through the security gate. Seriously folks. This is getting really old quick.
Yes, I *am* being a Drama Queen. What else do I have to do while I wait? I sure hope the crowd in Denver is more talkative.
Speaking of Denver…