Local celebrity
I was in O'Haire for about an hour on the way to Dayton - just enough time to eat a Chicago hot dog. Before I bit into it, I held it in my left hand and took this picture with my right. A janitor saw me and laughed. I said, "Hey - it's famous!"
After getting to the hotel, I walked down to the theater. Nothing was open on the street. It was quite cold - probably in single digits. My jacket was warm enough, but I hadn't anticipated how much my breath would steam up my glasses. I couldn't see very well, and it was hard to wipe off the steam from the inside wearing gloves. When I took the gloves off, my hands got cold and didn't get warm again until I went inside.
posted by Mark Stivers @ 6:09 AM
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1 Comments:
I think the airport hot dogs are PARTICULARLY famous, don't you?
It sounds like the reality of the tour is setting in - the phrases "it was quite cold . . .", and, "I hadn't anticipated . . ." as well as "I didn't get warm again until . . ." are all setting the marker memes for the basic blog content from now on.
You're entering the belly of the whale, clearly, and it's "head down, I hope my headlamp holds out for awhile" from now on.
However, the poetic imagery of hands is quite interesting: the picture of the hot dog, with the hand a shadow beneath the paper; the mention of the left hand (always mystical, indicitave of the difficult journey); the "single digits" reference; being blinded, then paying the price by sacrificing the heat of that hand; all echoing back to the title, which rings true since the hand saves you in the end. It's really very moving, here in a cubicle several thousand miles away.
-sno
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