There I was, O'Hare International, awaiting my connection home. At my gate sat: a man I was sure was a terrorist, Jerry Garcia, the character from old SNLs who wore all black and used to ask people to pet his monkey, a man who was so greyish yellow I was sure would die at any second, and a women breastfeeding what looked like a 5-year-old.
Bienvenito a Chicago. PS: don't eat the deep dish pizza. It bites.
More about my trip later.