An O'Hare Thank You. Carol and I are in Chicago this weekend for my (actually, our) 35th UC Law School reunion. Macon put together a dvd in which he took pictures from our Class of '71 yearbook and combined them with comtemporary jpegs some of my classmates sent me of their families. We'll show that tomorrow night at a dinner.

As we came down the esclator at O'Hare to the baggage pick-up level, there was a soldier ahead of us in his desert fatigues and back-pack. At the foot of the escalator were several people waiting for arriving passengers. Among those waiting people were two male limo drivers with those little signs that have hadwritten someone's name. As the soldier walked passed them, they each said "Thank you".

Me too.