[If you’re new here, 1. welcome, friend; 2. get yourself up to speed by going back to Day 1 where I explain why I’m playing 101 levels of Donkey Kong in 101 days. You good? OK. Let’s move on.] The plane finally reached the gate in Syracuse at around 2:30 in the morning. After the majesty of the United terminal at O’Hare in Chicago–the soaring glass and steel ceilings, the bona fide brontosaurus skeleton, the Coach leather goods store which sold handbags which cost as much as a used Honda–it was difficult to reconcile where I’d been two hours earlier with the threadbare carpeting…