With a very tight connection at O’Hare, it wasn’t entirely unexpected that I missed my flight in spite of a mad dash from concourse E to C.
I may be getting too old for this much fun. :(
In 1975 I was looking for a career that would fascinate me for the rest of my life. In a way, weaving chose me!
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I hope they were able to get you on another flight quickly...
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