November 14th, 2013

krazy koati

Trying to solve life's mysteries

So, to getting home. The Casino Pier print I got was just a little too big to fit in my suitcase, even if I emptied it out and fit it diagonally, something I considered doing even though it'd be so difficult to not accidentally crush the picture in transit. I looked around for ways to mail the picture to myself, to discover that none of the office supply shops near me had any cardboard mailers of the right dimensions. The best they could suggest was that I try ripping a couple of Priority Mail boxes apart and taping them together.

My parents said that was ridiculous; I should just put it in a shopping bag and take it with me as carry-on. I wasn't quite sure I could get away with this, since I had a carry-on and a laptop to bring with me already, but I was eventually swayed by the logic of how nobody at the airport would care. My parents were correct. I even got to hang the picture, in its shopping bag, in the little compartment the airplane had for suits and dresses. I don't get to use that part of the airplane very much, as you might guess. When bunny_hugger picked me up in East Lansing she asked what was in the bag, and I said something to the effect of ``never you mind'', as I intended to make it a birthday gift for her, and she accepted this.

When I got to the Detroit airport I had about 25 minutes to collect my luggage and get to the Michigan Flyer, the bus back to East Lansing. I waited by the luggage claim. My suitcase never arrived. The luggage people said I should give it a moment and see if it came up in the next batch of suitcases. It didn't. They admitted that yes, it does seem to have come over on a different flight. This is probably because in the time between my setting out to Newark airport and my arriving there, my flight moved from terminal C to terminal A. I'd checked my bag in at terminal C, for obvious reasons, even though the luggage belt at United's terminal C desk wasn't working and we had to load our bags on a trolley cart a guy was supervising. Between the trolley cart and the terminal change I just knew deep down that of course my suitcase would go missing.

But they figured to get it on the next flight from Newark, and arranged to have it delivered by their guy with a van. This took a couple of hours because they had the one van for a bunch of misdirected luggage pieces, and I have to imagine Lansing is near the end of the route, but I don't mind staying up late and they got the suitcase back to me somewhere a little after 1 am, which is perfectly fine by me.

Trivia: In October 1918 Wilmer Krusen, director of Philadelphia's Department of Public Health and Charities, used $100,000 from the city's emergency fund --- in violation of the city charter --- and $25,000 from a war emergency fund to set up emergency hospital and hire physicians to fight the influenza epidemic. Source: The Great Influenza: The Story Of The Deadliest Pandemic in History, John M Barry.

Currently Reading: The Taste Of War: World War II and the Battle for Food, Lizzie Collingham. I realize this is a British printing of a British author but I'm unsettled when she makes references to the United States's ``Ministry of Agriculture'' or ``War Ministry''.

PS: Reading the Comics, November 13, 2013, as there's a bunch of worthwhile comics that mention mathematics stuff out there.