Ron
and I loved Edinburgh, from our first visit in late 2001. Ron was of Scottish extraction- his great-great-(multiple) grandfather had left from Dundee as an
indentured servant, accused of mismanaging the estate he’d run. He ended up on a plantation in Georgia but
eventually fled to the hills of Tennessee where, Ron said, he married a
Cherokee woman “so old and so ugly the Cherokees didn’t want her”. My ancestry is boring by comparison.
We fell in love with the land, the history and the whisky
and made a few return trips, once to visit the Orkneys and once, over a
four-day weekend, to catch an exhibit of items from the last of the Romanovs at
the Royal Museum of Scotland. This time
I was returning only with a bit of Ron’s ashes and lots of plans and memories.
Being the nervous traveler I am, always worrying about what
can go wrong, I’d booked a 6-hour layover in O’Hare. Weather was clear and sunny, of course and
the plane was on time. No problem-
United had just opened their new Polaris Lounge in O’Hare and I figured it
would be a nice place to hang out before the flight to Edinburgh.
I was right. I’d
spent plenty of time at the American Airlines Admiral’s Club lounge in ORD as a
Business Class passenger but this was above and beyond the Admiral’s Club,
which typically provides a limited selection of munchies for free (others for
sale) and coupons for two free alcoholic drinks. The Polaris lounge was huge, had a wonderful
variety of foods in the buffet and had unlimited alcohol (although I had only
two glasses of a very good Sauvignon Blanc, knowing there’d be more on the
plane). I nearly followed a nice Asian
lady into the bathroom before I realized they were individual unisex rooms,
immaculately clean. Showers and sleep
spaces were also available. It was up to
the standards of European lounges and that’s saying a lot. Six hours (!) passed quickly and comfortably.
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