O'Hare. O'Hell.

The Red Carpet Lounge always brings me mixed emotions. On one hand, I'm luckier that those outside these four red walls wading through delays of their own - but in the discomfort of the terminal. On the other hand, rarely I am cozy in the 'Carpet if I'm not in the discomfort of waiting for my plane to leave. If it leaves.

But today, the Red Carpet is bringing back memories of dial-up. Memories of running into the lounge, hoping to find a phone (a phone!) to plug my line cord into to begin the tortuous wait for mail and hoping that nothing too large is waiting for me. One large file, and my whole plan to download mail before the next flight could have been foiled. Thankfully, those days are behind me. You don't even have to be in the Red Carpet anymore to get mail. The gap is in fact shrinking, at least for high speed wireless.

Now if I could only get my mail on the plane.