I flew back from my The Good, the Bad, and the Monkey previews on the west coast this week. In the ladies’ bathroom at O’Hare, “Sweet Home, Chicago” was serenading me while I did what one does there. It gave me a deja vous feeling. I’ve done number one to that same number in O’Hare before. It makes me wonder if that song is just on repeat in the airport restrooms–or at least the ones by baggage claim.
I kind of like it.