I grew up in a very, very small town.
And I spent most of my childhood trying to figure out how to get out of there.
(This will come as no surprise to my family and friends. I have talked about being a ‘city kid trapped in the country’ since I was probably nine years old.)
I feel more comfortable in big cities. Something ‘clicks’ in my brain there. I think big cities and I operate at the same speed.
But today I want to salute the not-so-big city of Cincinnati. Specifically, their airport, which is located in Northern Kentucky.
I flew through there today en route to business in Louisville. We landed in Cincy in blowing snow. Minimal visibility. Snow piled on either side of the runway.
And yet, we landed. Without drama. Without incident. And pretty much on time.
And while my connecting flight to Louisville left a bit late — our plane got stuck at the gate and required extra effort to be pushed back; plus, the plane was de-iced as the weather necessitated — we took off from the Cincinnati Airport, and I made my way on to Louisville.
LaGuardia — my hometown airport in faraway, fabulous New York City — closes when it is windy. Closes when it starts to rain. Just closes.
Cincy kicked NYC’s bottom today.
Small is mighty! Small is good!