This week is a travel week, with my first stop in Chicago — a city that has always held a special place in my heart. After landing at Chicago O’Hare International Airport, I head straight for the Blue Line train. Anyone who has flown into O’Hare knows it’s a traveler’s challenge: if you choose a cab, Uber, or rental car, you’ll almost always face gridlock that stretches the drive into an hour, no matter the time of day. The train, on the other hand, takes about 45 minutes. So, train it is.

I always sit on the right-hand side of the train, and here’s why: It brings back some of my sweetest memories. Along the route, we pass the Hyatt Regency Chicago. That was the hotel where I stayed during my very first visit to Chicago, more than 52 years ago. At that point, I had never experienced such

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