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Currently sitting at the airport bar in Sky Harbor airport, the self-proclaimed "friendliest airport in America," located somewhere in the vicinity of Phoenix, Arizona. I am on my way for a short, not particularly pleasant, but necessary trip to Tucson for a couple of days. I'll add some pictures tomorrow but there's nothing to see right now. It's around 10 PM and a lot of stuff in the airport is closed. Not the bar, fortunately. The janitorial staff is wheeling big carts full of garbage around. They didn't seem particularly friendly, though I suppose it's not the same to say that the airport itself is friendly as to say the people who work there are friendly.

The bar is okay, though they don't have any munchies. How can you be in the Southwest and not have chips and salsa on the menu? Seems sacrilegious to me (and is it just me or does that word look like it's spelled funny). Fortunately, I have a bag of peanuts in my bag and am sneakily eating them with my beer.

Anyway, 5 hours from Philly to Phoenix and now another 45 minutes or so to Tucson. I could have driven, I suppose, but it's 200 miles and I just wasn't into the idea. The flight was uneventful, which is about as much as you can want from a 5-hours-in-coach experience. I spent most of it listening to music and writing report cards (due at midnight Eastern time tomorrow- gotta remember the time difference!), until they took my portable electronic devices away.

Nothing more to report. I'll have more to say tomorrow after I've explored a bit.