(Have you read any of the old books where the chapter titles are like my post title?) While waiting to find out whether or not our daughter’s flight will eventually leave Philadelphia (some weather issues somewhere), let’s look at my thankfully not-delayed flight to France three weeks ago.
Check-in went fine, but for some reason, both my carry-on bags were pulled aside to be hand-checked. I have no idea why and of course, they’re not about to tell me, but finally they realized that I am an innocent (wo)man (thanks, Billy Joel) and I was through, onto my wait on the other side. I spent as much time as possible walking, as I’d be sitting for most of the six hour or so flight. Here’s a bit of O’Hare Airport art I passed a number of times.
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