Saturday, June 29, 2013 Leave a Comment
If you’ve done a lot of traveling by air in the US, odds are you’ve probably found yourself walking through Chicago’s O’Hare Airport on more than one occasion.
In a rotunda where a couple of the arms of Terminal 3 are joined, you’ll find the Cubs Bar & Grill. On the way to LA to start the tour a couple months back, I took this shot as I passed it again:
Aside from being a Cubs fan (go ahead and mock, I’ve heard it all), there’s another reason why this little part of the world is special to me. A year earlier, I sat at the bar after my flight had been delayed and spent a few pretty great hours with a charming lady whose flight had likewise been delayed. I wrote “Cigarette” about those hours, about the willingness with which we both jumped into knowing each other in the face of inevitable parting hours later.
If you find yourself there, grab a seat and a beer, and talk to a stranger.