I’m sitting in the T.G.I. Fridays’s in the Indianapolis airport working away… I started out this morning on a 7:20am flight out of Bush Intercontinental. So, I was up at some ungodly hour that I don’t want to even think about. After a connection in Detroit, I am now in Indianapolis waiting on John to get here so that we can head up to West Lafayette (where Purdue is) for the Mid-Continent conference camp.
Why the crazy flight times? Because I am trying to save money on camps and I flew on miles. Northwest miles. And there weren’t that many choices of flights, so these were the only ones that would get me here. John gets here tonight around 7pm, so at least I have access to “the internets” and a nice quiet place to work. Well, quiet if you are able to tune out I can’t get enough of your love and other lyrics that endlessly repeat in the background.
Anyway, after all of that travel, I really couldn’t figure out what timezone I was in. I thought central, but wasn’t sure — I knew that Detroit was eastern – but wasn’t sure about Indianapolis. I was going to ask the waitress the next time she passed by, just so that I could be sure of the time. Instead, while I was waiting, I just typed “indianapolis time” into Google.
This is why Google just rocks — the information that I want right at the top of the page, “according to Google”.
Nice.
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