Chicago
At Midway, my luck continued. Flight 793, the plane to LAX immediately preceding mine, had been AWOL for hours and there are some very pissed off passengers. My flight? On time.
With some time to kill, I stopped at a place called “Manny’s” and grabbed a sandwich. The guy behind me was wearing a shirt that read “Vietnam: We were always right.™” I remember thinking I didn’t mind the idea of leaving the country so much.
As we queued to board the plane, there was an announcement that “government-issued ID is no longer required at the boarding door.” I’m wondering: why not?