Thursday, May 25, 2006

Why I Choose Window Seats

Its because when I'm flying into Chicago at night, I can look out and for a fleeting moment, I can believe I OWN this city. "There's MY Kennedy Expressway," "That's MY Target store on Addison and Sacramento." Of course, it is all an illusion: once I step off the plane into the sea of travelers, it fades. But there is a time when it is ALL MINE. I always pick window seats and this is why.
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