Was barely home (from Pennsylvania and Quebec), just two nights, and on Sunday, October 20 I flew to White Plains, New York, north of the Big Apple. Son Jack and girlfriend Reed picked me up, and we motored around Westchester County, through lovely small towns like Katonah and Croton Falls, then into Connecticut, through seriously-posh Ridgefield to Bethel, a pleasant place where they now live, after relocating from New Haven earlier in 2019. It was raining the whole time, but still a lovely drive, especially around the many reservoirs that store water for New York City. Those areas felt almost like northern Minnesota, pristine and quiet, yet just over an hour from one of the biggest cities in the world. We chilled a bit at their new pad, then headed out for dinner. Was asleep early.
Up at six, out the door an hour later, east to New Haven. Jack is still working downtown, but soon will take a job much closer to Bethel (Reed works in a small town 14 miles from there, so both will have much easier daily commutes). We had a good yak in the car. He dropped me at the Yale School of Management for my debut there. At 9:30, met my host Soheil, an interesting young professor, originally from Iran. Delivered the airline revenue talk in the morning to MBAs and other master’s students, a highly diverse and engaged group. Spent the lunch hour listening to a prospective faculty member sell herself with a lecture on her doctoral research. Worked another hour, then delivered the same lecture in the afternoon to another engaged and varied class. Soheil peeled off to meetings, I hopped in a Lyft to the nearby tiny New Haven airport, and flew to Philadelphia, then home. Zip, zip, zip.
Six nights home was nice. The two terriers, Henry and MacKenzie, especially liked the long walks. Two hours before sunrise on Sunday, October 27, I hopped in a Lyft car to National Airport, bound for my second annual week-in-residence at the Aviation Institute of the University of Nebraska Omaha. Talking to Strangers started before leaving our driveway. Vakhtang, the driver, was a chatty and amiable fellow, from “the other Georgia.” We had a great yak in the 21 minutes to the airport. He suggested I do some guest lectures in Tbilisi, and I replied that I would like that very much.
Zipped through Charlotte Airport, and onto a flight west to Omaha. Landed at 11:35, hopped in another Lyft (the driver was far less conversant silent really), and was at the hotel before noon. The neighborhood, a new mixed-use development called Aksarben Village (Aksarben is Nebraska backwards), was built on the site of a former Ak-sar-ben horse track and fairgrounds, was by now well familiar, and I ambled a block south to lunch at Pickleman, which was staffed by way-friendly young people. Then again, I thought to myself, I was back in the Midwest, a region of friendliness. Tucked into some veg chili and a tuna sandwich, walked back to the hotel to change, and headed to a nearby gym that has an agreement with the hotel (I used it every morning in 2018). Pumped out 20 miles, back to the room, short nap, a little prep for the coming week.
At 6:30, my host Scott Tarry, director of the Institute, and wife Mary, picked me up for dinner, and we motored a mile or two to an agreeable Italian restaurant for a big Sunday dinner. Was home to watch game 5 of the World Series, and cheer on the Houston Astros vs. the Washington Nationals – though we live in suburban Washington, I was backing the team from Texas.
Up at six Monday morning, over to the gym for 10 miles on the bike, then to the UNO campus. Worked a bit, and did the first class at 10:00. After lunch I taught two more classes. Scott had organized a small gathering of faculty that night a few blocks from the hotel, and I spent a pleasant couple of hours getting to know some of the other teachers. It had begun to snow, and fairly heavily, so was happy to get a ride a few blocks to the hotel with Becky Lutte, a professor and accomplished pilot.
Rinse, repeat: stayed busy Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, a pleasant routine, riding the school’s shuttle bus from the stop right across from the hotel to campus, early breakfast in the student union, and into classes. The four days sped past. I didn’t get as much time to explore Omaha as on the 2018 visit, but spent an agreeable hour between classes Wednesday afternoon walking the campus and the nearby Fairacres neighborhood, well to do and beautiful. I spent some time in the UNO Fine Arts Building, offering a varied array of things to learn — a nice reminder of the broadness of American public universities. And a splendid T-t-S that night with Kathy and Greg Davis at a Thai restaurant in Aksarben Village. We exchanged hellos when I sat down, but later, as they were finishing, we got into a long chat. Dr. Greg was a dentist, almost my age, sold his practice and now keeps busy (a bit like me) teaching at the Creighton University dental school. We talked weather, Omaha (they were both natives), the new African-American history museum in Washington (they were both African-American). Even got some solid professional advice on new dental-crown technology. A lovely few moments, relieving a small pang of loneliness.
Up Friday morning at five, to the gym for one last workout, then out to a recap breakfast with Scott. He’s a super guy, and we had a good yak about the week, and some ideas for the next visit. My 9:18 flight to Chicago was three hours late, but happily was rebooked on a connection, and was home by 7:30, dogs on the leash.