While I still can't stand the city of Chicago, I'd like to thank the wonderful gentleman who not only found my notebook lying on the concourse ramp, but walked onto my plane to return it to me.
Every now and then, I'm reminded that there are good people out there. It's refreshing. Gives me some hope for humanity.
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