Dorothy certainly had it right, didn't she? However, in her case it was Kansas. My home is right here in Shelbyville. It's strange how quickly it has become "home" to me.
Wednesday of last week I flew to Omaha, Nebraska, to attend a meeting. I am a director with the Woodmen of the World Life Insurance Society, and the home office is in Omaha.
It is always blustery in Omaha. Omaha probably rates right up there with Chicago for the windiest city title. The weather wasn't too bad when I arrived, but it was cold enough that I ate lunch at the hotel rather than venture outside.
By Thursday night they were predicting an ice storm for Saturday morning. Originally we had the option of leaving Saturday or staying for the meetings that day. I had opted to stay and return home on Sunday. We were all concerned about the weather conditions and how much trouble we would have flying home.
The meteorologists were right. About 4 am Saturday the ice arrived. Areas outside of town had tree limbs down, and that affected some power lines. (We have had that before right here in Middle Tennessee.) Five of my friends who left early that morning ended up sitting in an airplane for 3 hours as the airport employees worked on the runways and de-iced the plane. They were flying into Cincinnati and connecting to North Carolina, Virginia, and West Virginia. Most got home about 9 that evening, but one gentleman had to stay in Cincinnati until 8 pm to catch a flight to Virginia because he had missed his original flight. I was so thankful I didn't fly out Saturday morning.
Saturday night we heard about the snowstorm going through Minnesota. Guess where I was flying from Omaha. That's right. I went to Minneapolis. We had no trouble getting out of Omaha. The plane had sat overnight and had to be de-iced, but they had done that to my plane in Nashville Wednesday morning because of a heavy frost.
Minneapolis was covered in snow, but the storm had passed on through. They couldn't park the plane at the terminal until the ramp agents cleared away the snow in order to find the marks designating where the front wheels of the plane should stop. Later I sat inside the terminal, eating breakfast, listening to Christmas music, and enjoying the sight. My opinion changed a little after we boarded the plane and had to sit on it for 40 minutes while it was de-iced. However, once we were in the air, we were homeward bound.
It was great to get back to Nashville and warmer weather and then on to Shelbyville. As Dorothy said, "There's no place like home."