NOT Kansas

The day started at whoa, dark:thirty. A quick shower and off to the airport. You can get a great spot when you are parking before five am. Spot A7. Since I have a special affinity for the number seven, I took that as a good omen.

Empty seat next to me, all looking good. Great sandwich thing at O'Hare airport, which Rik turned me on to.

As I came to the hotel I spotted this sign:

They love their sprinters here in Americas Attic.