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ALAN’S ANECDOTES

When I was a kid, we took a family trip to O’Hare Airport in Chicago. I think I’ve written about it before. I don’t remember much about the trip other than the big glass windows we looked through and watched the planes taking off and landing. We didn’t have tickets and we weren’t there to meet anyone or drop anyone off.

This would have been in the late 70’s or possibly the early 80’…