We drove down Lake Shore Drive toward O’Hare International Airport, the lights of the Chicago skyline shimmering over Lake Michigan, the Willis Tower and John Hancock Building just silhouettes against a still-dark sky. Even after all these years, that drive still makes me feel lucky to have lived my whole life in this city.
We were all meeting at O’Hare at 6:00 a.m. for our 8:15 flight to Honolulu, then on to Maui. Hawaiian Airlines. I’d upgraded all five tickets to business class—lie-flat seats, real silverware, little orchids on the trays. I wanted this to be special.