05 September 2006

Fargo: Fin

July 31

That Monday, I slept in way later than I had planned. As a result, there aren't many pictures. Heather and I met Tracy the Reporter for lunch at the last Fargo restaurant of the trip:
Doolittles Woodfire Grill. It's a chain, but it certainly hasn't made it as far West as Nevada. After lunch, I went to work with Heather. I mostly sat around until Jerimiah the Producer brought me to the airport around 7. I didn't do any actual work while I was at the station.

But I caught up with several people, mostly those with whom I am not close, but who I enjoy. With these people there's no pretense of keeping in touch. In these relationships, all parties are content with a 'Hey, how have you been' and nothing more. I think it's nice to have these sorts of relationships with certain people.




I took a few pictures. This one is of me & Heather MCS. I saw her again Just one month later, right here in Las Vegas. But that's another story for another time. The other picture is of Jerimiah the Producer, Heather the Producer, and Lisa the Anchor / Reporter. She is not to be confused with Lisa the Meteorologist / Reporter, although they have the same first and middle names.

At the end of the day, Heather (of Heather & Nick, not pictured) transferred me to Jerimiah and he brought me to Hector International Airport. There I found out the flight for which I was two hours early was running 90 minutes late. I ate what was supposed to be my mid-flight meal and watched the sun set. Ryan was flying overhead at the time (he's a pilot remember) but I missed him both times.

Instead, as I sat and waited, I also thought. I reflected on my fun in Fargo and my life in Vegas. It's odd when one considers that of the two cities, most people can't imagine being happy in one or sad in the other. Yet I've been both, in both. The people in Fargo are certainly closer to my speed than the people in Vegas. And the customer service can't be compared. But in my career, success is measured by the size of the city in which you live. It poses a future problem for me, once my contract is up and I decide what I want to be when I grow up, and when Jesse and I decide whether to stay or go. It was never my intention to stay here, and I don't think Jesse has given it any thought. Still, the decision will have to be made one of these days.