Chicago

I've decided that I'm not really good with names. I sat next to a nice older woman on my flight from Syracuse to Chicago. I asked her for her name and pretty much forget it two seconds later. It was Rose or Blanch or something like that. She has two sons, both of whom got into graduate schools from which I was regjected. How ironic. I finally got up the nerve to start taking some pictures of where I am. O' Hare seems like a pretty big airport. I just hope the 777 in which I'm flying to London is a little more roomy and confortable. This is how it looks from here so far:
Looks sturdy. Hopefully it would bring us down in a water splash of glory.