Saturday, January 17, 2009
Our journey to DC began on a cold Grayslake morning as we headed to Milwaukee,Wisc. for our 1:35pm flight on Midwest Airlines to Washington's Reagan Airport. There were no lines, but as we checked in, a small group said they were off to the Inauguration in DC.
As we approached the gate, we were surprised to see only a handful of passengers waiting at the gate. That handful soon grew to a full plane. Just before boarding, an announcement was made looking for volunteers to give up seats on the flight as it was oversold. Being a frugal Republican, I jumped at the chance. Mike and I approached the counter and traded our 1:35pm tickets to Reagan in for two free round-trip tickets and seats on the 1:45pm flight to Washington Reagan with a connection through Boston. We said good-by to or fellow Inauguration attendees and headed to our new gate bound for Boston.
Our flight to Boston was fairly empty which allowed us to stretch and enjoy the 1 hour 45 min flight to Boston's Logan Airport. While on the flight fellow passengers asked where we were going without skipping a beat we said the Inauguration. The older gentleman across from us was very excited to hear about our journey as we described election night in Grant Park and our plans in DC.
A younger guy in the row behind us who we later learned was Billy Janson, a high school student from Higbee, Missouri was heading to Vermont for a ski vacation and didn't seem quite as excited as the older gentleman. About halfway through the flight, Higbee said "so you are going to DC, does that mean you voted for Obama?" I stayed out of this conversation as Mike Higgins debated with this well versed student from a small town in Missouri. Billy's dad served as principal of the high school in town with a student enrollment of 80. I listened to the conversation which focused on Obama's stance on abortion and the fear this young man had of too much government. As I listened there were three things I heard Billy say small town, Christian and experience.
He seemed to have questions regarding the President-elect and made some very good points as he and Mike quietly debated across the aisle. I felt like I was in Senate chambers with Republicans on one side and Democrats on the other. This first encounter was an indication to me that we were about to embark on a journey that would allow us to see and hear from Americans with varied backgrounds and social experiences over the coming days. Something I anticipated and was very much looking forward to!
Our flight landed in Boston behind schedule, which allowed us to test our cardiovascular skills. We quickly learned that Boston Logan was not a passenger friendly airport. We needed to exit a terminal and walk 1 mile to the next terminal forcing us to once again check ourselves and our carry-ons through security. Out of breath, we approached the US Airways counter and were told DC passengers needed to check-in at another counter. Checking in at the counter we had been directed to, we were told you can make the flight if you run. We picked up or bags and ran to gate 18 once again having to pass through security. Once at the gate, we were met by TSA agents who again asked for our boarding passes and IDs before loading the plane. We noticed there was an increase in TSA agents for all DC flights.
Once on the plane we met our new flying friends. At 6'4, US Airways thought it would be fun to put us both in middle seats. We sat down and quickly made friends with our new flying friends. I was seated next to a great mom who indicated she loved to indulge in sinful pleasures on a flight including People magazine, a bag of chips and a glass of white wine. The woman explained her husband was an attorney with John Hancock and she was meeting him in DC. Her agenda included several balls and dinners.
Higgins struck up a conversation with a young lady who he learned was also flying to DC to meet her husband. He was a Director working for Vice President-elect Biden. Higgins tried his best to work us into some cool events, but we weren't able to score any more tickets.
We landed at Reagan at 7:35pm and the airport was hopping. There were several large school groups from all over the United States. We eagerly approached the Midwest baggage office and soon realized they were closed, and our bags, which arrived on our original flight, were nowhere to be found. We decided to go behind the ticket counter to take a look around, but we were nicely told we could be arrested if we were caught back there. Our only option was to call Midwest and of course they had no information. We left the airport without clothes, liquids, etc hoping our bags would show up sometime.
Sunday night we hit the Georgetown area which was noticeably calm. We met a group of girls at The Guard's Bar. As we shared our journey with them they weren't quite as excited as us, having worked at the White House for President Bush in the communications office and another worked for the State Dept. Both were now jobless. It was interesting to hear their insight and stories. We finally made it back to my cousin's condo around 3am and crashed.
Greg Koeppen
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