With most flights to the outer world routed through Montreal these days, it’s been a while since I’ve been in the Halifax International Airport. But with a hundred dollar difference between an indirect flight through Halifax and a direct one, I opted for the savings and a return to Halifax.
This airport has been under construction for most of the 13 years we’ve lived in the Maritimes — right now it’s the Air Canada jazz passageway that leads to the departure area for the Dash 8s, which appears to entail demolishing areas that were only constructed a few years ago. I’m happy to report, though, that there’s free wifi in the Air Canada lounge, which means I don’t have to use the aging IBM PCs in the business centre to get online any longer.
Mom phoned early this morning to warn that southern New Hampshire, where Johnny and I will be at the end of a long traveling day, is experiencing the worst flooding in 20 years; the worst-hit area seems to be Keene, which is only 30 minutes from Yankee. Several Yankee employees live in Keene, including Nat Stout, whose house I visited on primary day last year. I recall Nat’s house being on high ground; I hope all my other Keene colleagues are as fortunate.
Our hotel, the Jack Daniels Motor Inn, is right beside the river in Peterborough, NH; I talked to them this morning by phone, though, and so far the river is bahving itself.
I’m off to Montreal in a few minutes; rendezvous with Johnny mid-afternoon for a drive south. I’ll report back from New Hampshire once we arrive.
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