I was supposed to be flying from JFK to O’Hare to Salt Lake. But with this storm here in Chicago, I find myself waiting in the airport for our plane to get flight attendants. I offered to pour coffees and explain the seatbelts myself, but the airline doesn’t seem to want my help.
Meanwhile, I’ve learned that not only is Terminal 5 at O’Hare now officially “The International Starbucks Terminal,” but that there are 10 times more Starbucks at this airport than there are in all of Detroit.
I was at a grants panel recently, where a New York City government official advised us non-profits that if we wanted to find out about the potential gentrification of a neighborhood, we should call Starbucks HQ, because they had the most advanced research.
Take from those related anecdotes what you will. I’ll write more about indie film soon, but all I know about Sundance this year is that it’s hard to get to.