The sign at the airport welcomes you to the Little Apple--a.k.a. Manhattan, Kansas--but it's a bit premature; you need to drive about four miles through the fog to reach the Apple proper. Along the way, there are a number of billboards advertising hotels with free wireless Internet. I guess I could have finished that paper pretty much anywhere nowadays.
Today I'm at Kansas State University, awaiting the start of the competition. Coaches and teams should begin arriving at any minute. In the meantime, I'm sipping a very milky chai. The women at the table next to mine are discussing strapless bras, the virtues of satin, and weddings. Upstairs, students are selling little paintings to raise money for tsunami survivors; they're not doing very brisk business, though the smoothie vendor next door to them is thriving.
Friday, January 21, 2005
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