I got whacked with Covid after going to the Seattle show last year. Both the Seattle and Denver airports were overcrowded zoos, so I’m pretty sure that’s where I got it. Fortunately, Paxlovid knocked it out in about 36 hours.
This time, I will NOT fly Economy Class, will ask the airline for a wheelchair to traverse the miles-long concourses at Denver, and will wear a 95% filter mask until the A/C on the plane comes on.
For older folks like me, the airports are an exhausting trek without some kind of assistance. They are not ADA compliant unless you tell the airline a day in advance. Otherwise, you walk, with no place to sit and rest.
It’s unfortunate there are only two transportation options between the Pacific Northwest and Denver: a very tedious drive through the wastelands of southern Wyoming, or a United flight on a 100% booked 737 Max. Well, yes, I could rent a private jet, but that’s $20,000 per trip. Don’t think the IRS would accept that as a tax deduction.
The most pleasant trip was taking the Amtrak with a private cabin, but that disappeared ten or fifteen years ago. Sure was nice, though, eating in the dining car while watching the West roll by.
