Thanksgiving Travel

This is the first Thanksgiving in two years that my husband and I have been able to return to one of our favorite cities in the world, Cleveland, Ohio, and share Thanksgiving weekend with my in-laws. The tradition was stopped first by our move to Green Bay and then by the pandemic, but we did not allow that to change our minds this year. We missed the city and the people. We needed to go home. 

Let me start by saying that I have never been a frequent flyer. I’ve been on less flights in my time, and many of those were as much as three years behind me when I prepared to fly to Cleveland on Thanksgiving day with my husband. My bags were heavy on my weak shoulders. I was anxious and excited. The drive down to O’Hare airport in Chicago from Green Bay was an easy one. The worst was yet to come.

We delayed the worst by finding two seats at an airport bar to eat our small breakfast of a bagel with cream cheese and a breakfast sandwich from the Berghoff Cafe on United Concourse C. We got to watch them pull our meal together from behind a pane of glass, and the cook juggled a few omelets at the same time. It’s an interesting feature to the little restaurant that I’m sure continues to be spellbinding outside of breakfast hours.

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