There’s lonely…and then there’s the pacing-around-the-terminals-of-San-Francisco-International-Airport-at-2-in-the-morning kind of lonely. I find myself in the latter of situations, trying to pass the time as I wait to pick...
The first in a series of occasional travel diaries, about life on the road as a hockey writer DENVER INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT, THURSDAY – It’s 7:20 a.m....
