Okay, I'm heading back to New York City and here we are at the Greater Peoria Airport.
Look, it's a big tractor.
And here's the white, marble-topped bar. A couple years ago I got in a spot of trouble in the Cincinnati airport after imbibing beer all day during a failed trip home and I ended up spending the night in the Boone County Jail. Ever since my mom worries about me when I'm traveling and I promised her I wouldn't drink any beer till I got back to my apartment in New York.
So I'm drinking vodka all day. Cheers and I'll be back in a bit. Unless I get arrested.