Got a great view of the skyline in the mist with the lake in the background while coming in for a very lumpy landing. O’Hare Airport is big, as advertised. It was a crush of people and humid. I felt like a genealogical salmon swimming upstream against a flood of wildly diverse DNA to reach my ancient spawning grounds. Everywhere I looked there was a sampling of the melting pot that is the US. A couple of the memorable characters that made me smile were the young fellow wearing the orthodox Jewish head wear… and the John Deere t-shirt; and the round-faced, round-bodied gangsta dude with his ball cap perched on the side of his head and it’s beak perfectly straight like a toddler who has never been taught to curve the edges. I did not offer to help him out.
Also memorable was the flight attendant with the right-out-of-the-movies southern accent. It was almost as if it couldn’t really be that strong. Charming. Her name was perfect for her voice…. Georgia.