Well, by "Stonewall Jackson," I mean, "Delta" and "Hartsfield-Jackson Airport in Atlanta" and by "the North," I mean, "me."

I was in Atlanta for business. I flew in Wednesday night and was supposed to fly out Friday night, but they cancelled my flight. I sat on a standby line for a bit to try to get on an 8:45pm flight out, before it occurred to me to cut my losses (they'd already postponed that flight to 9:20pm) and just accept the flights they'd given me for the following day.

What were those flights? A 9:10am flight to Tampa, FL, which landed at 10:35am and then an 11:15am flight to LaGuardia, which landed at 1:30pm. All of this meant two things:

* I actually had to fly south to get to my home, which is north
* I ended up wearing the same clothes for like 36 hours

Also, I've decided that I'm never going to complain about the heat in NY anymore. Atlanta was unbearable while I was down there. It's just a thick heat that never seems to end. Even things that can't have human feelings, like buildings or Jesse Helms, looked tired of sitting outside.

Additionally, I'm going to start an online petition to have Hartsfield-Jackson Airport renamed Hartsfield-Sherman Airport. I like the idea of burning Atlanta.

Labels: air travel, Atlanta