My buddy, Dave, snapped this photo last night as I was getting off a flight in Chicago… luckily he was able to keep his phone steady he was laughing so much…
that’s me, in the gaudy Red and White Scarf, at the earliest possible part of the Baggage Carousel. Not only is this ALWAYS where I am, but I never take my eyes off of the belt. Why? Because I play a stupid game with myself trying to predict how many bags it will take until mine shows up. Dave caught me in this moment. Anyone else do this?
