There is nothing quite as irritating as getting someplace with a Wi-Fi hot spot only to discover that the hot spot is not really so hot. I don’t know about where you live, but most place that I have visited here in my own town offer pretty lousy Wi-Fi.

After talking to other people about this, it is good to know that I am not the only one that deal with this sort of thing. Then take into account the story from Carol Ellison about how there simply not as many of them as we would like. Oh well, that is just life I suppose.

Once upon a time—a little over a week ago as a matter of fact—I found myself in a northern suburb of Cincinnati, Ohio, with this Web site to update and no broadband connection to help me do it.

This is the story of how yours truly, with her trusty Vaio-con-Wi-Fi adapter under her arm, remote access accounts for both Boingo and iPass on her desktop, a credit card in her pocket, and a pair of sturdy hiking shoes on her feet, made a half-mile trek to hot-spot heaven in search of broadband nirvana—and what she didn’t find when she got there.