Yesterday, there was this crazy limping man running through O’Hare International Airport.  It was me.  My flight was late getting in and the one going out was ahead of schedule and the distance between the two gates was huge.  So, I got a chance to charge my computer, edit a couple of videos and experience a little more of security measures post the killing of Osama Bin Laden. 

The brilliance of my later flight also lead to me seeing an air view of where I grew up for the first time. The way the airport situation is, I’ve never flown completely over where I am from and I have a new-found love for that area of southwestern Wisconsin. The layout of the land and water is so random that it makes up this mysterious landscape that I have only just realized how the whole of it is even more amazing than I originally thought.