I landed at Dwight D. Eisenhower, Wichita Airport at a quarter to 4 Central Time. A long day of traveling that included a weird and very funny story about airport sushi — and I needed to get to my hotel.
There was a group dinner at 7:30pm, so I was looking forward to meeting the other panelists and VIPs.
Hello, Witchita! Let’s get to know you a little bit.
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