tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31703230.post5511292720013243403..comments2009-05-02T07:07:04.011-05:00katie hargravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08384976805490992127noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31703230.post-70784116504551988232009-05-02T07:07:00.000-05:002009-05-02T07:07:00.000-05:00Long ago (around 1992), when I lived in Chicago the first time, I used to ride the train to O'Hare nearly everyday to read/write. That was back when you could sit at the gates and watch the goodbyes, the excited hello embraces, etc. I really miss that. I do still go early to the airport though as there is something about it that is so conducive to reflection. Is it the profusion of lives in transition? Folks separated from loved ones or on their way to see them...the road warriors...the people on their way to starting a new life...the spring breakers...the holiday madness...the emptiness and vague lack of context...the high weirdness of it all...Dilettante Ventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17723246266890414047noreply@blogger.com