I hope that was entertaining if not too edifying or encouraging. Here's the rest of it:
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Originally posted in FIDO-Cooking 1/99, cotd: I drank beer through all this. Interesting thought. I didn't go to the bathroom until I arrived in Boston; maybe it was 3.2 beer?
LAX is in a state of total chaos. We boarded through a plywood tunnel in the new Terminal 8; Manny remarked that it looked like a third-world country (a common criticism for airports these days - when Benita and I had arrived in Birmingham this summer the air
conditioning at the airport was out, and they had these puny fans all over the place trying to circulate the air); my view is that no self-respecting third-world country would allow its airports to be in the condition that many US airports are finding themselves in.
And there were all these contradictory signs, which meant that I worked off a good portion of my calories wandering to and fro: there isn't an entrance that I could find to Terminal 8; you have to enter through Terminal 7, which says quite clearly "International";
but I didn't know that and went all the way to Terminal 6, where it turns out that the old United counters are taken by Delta; so one hoofs to 7, where the international check-in is, and then, thoroughly confused, one is eventually directed to 8, which is like at
the edge of nowhere. I got checked for hidden explosives. They didn't find any. I'd been checked for the same thing in Phoenix as well. Do I look like a terrorist? Who knows.

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Cheers
Michael *G