The Divine Comedy

I will use these cute animal picture as a soothing backdrop to my holiday travel adventure.

And, there is no need to point out that my resolution (several times) last year was to be more punctual with my posts, and here it is January and I'm already a month behind.

This is Bob Hope Airport in sunny Burbank, California.

When I got to San Francisco, the flight before mine had been delayed until after my plane was scheduled to depart. Then my flight was delayed. I went and got coffee and a pastry snack. Actually, the pastry snack was a desert as Libby (see post not about Ozzy Osborne) had given me some delicious beans and rice that I had eaten for lunch or supper or one of those in-between meals.

This is some sort of educational play area (obviously).

I wandered around the book store for a while. This is the erotica section. I didn't really see the point in "classing it up" so I bought a copy of Hustler to read on the plane.

Apparently, while I was checking out porn in the airport book store, my flight to Eugene was canceled.

I was re-routed to a flight to Las Vegas on US Airways (previously I had been on United).

While I waited for that flight I wandered around the gift shop/magazine stand. A woman with a voice that could cut glass yelled at me "is that your bag?!!" pointing at a bag sitting outside the store. She repeated this until she found the owner and then proceeded to yell at him that she was about to call the police.

As much as I dislike backtracking, the Las Vegas flight was supposed to get me into Eugene at two in the morning as apposed to flying out of San Fransisco at 11 the next evening.

Here is beautiful Las Vegas, Nevada.

I have been to (or more accurately; through) Las Vegas on numerous occasion and have never really had an interest in spending much time here.

I'm sure it's a very nice town.

I do like that they have slot machines in the airport.

I think they really liven things up and add to an otherly unexciting air travel experience.

According to my research airports represent the first terrace of Purgatory; where the inhabitants "are purged by carrying giant stones on their backs"

And following this logic the Las Vegas airport is probably the fourth circle of Hell: "Those whose concern for material goods deviated from the desired mean are punished in this circle."

I heard on the radio that The Catholic Church is thinking about revamping the first ring of Hell (that's where they keep un-baptized babies) because it just seemed mean to send babies to Hell. I think they'll still keep it around though for all the "virtuous pagans".