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Ah Chicago, what would life have been in the 70s for me without all of those connections through O'Hare. I always seemed to connect there late in the night and sometimes the airport closed amid the storms or my connection flight just never made it in.
After a while even the collected business cards converted to a make-shift deck of cards for solitaire gets old and you start listening to the 3 am announcements, "Will Mr. Nixon, Mr. Richard Nixon, please pick up the white courtesy telephone...."
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