In O'Hare airport trying to pass through on the day that the rain we've needed so much has finally arrived.

Unless you're close to my age, you probably don't remember how air flight used to be fairly pleasant. Friendly gate agents, pleasant flight attendants and mostly happy passengers. It was probably fun riding in model-T's too.

Now you sit in the food court, eat bad plastic food and listen to endless loop of Miles Davis so you're aware that this is  Chicago. At least you get a fairly benign mall atmosphere for the $50 the city charges to pass through.

Mon voyage poursuit…