Greetings From OldFatWhitePeopleLand
It’s always unsettling to step off a plane of businesspeople, walk through an airport of businesspeople, and arrive at a gate where all the chairs are taken by old white ladies. It’s how I know I’m in the right place – who else would be flying to Des Moines but retirees returning from a winter in Phoenix?
And, of course, your hero, the cute lil’ student who flees from sunny warm SoCal to this fantastical tropical paradise. There’s snow on the ground here. Snow.