NIGHT AT O'HARE

"Without the mobs of pushy people, the halls of O’Hare began to feel like a cathedral that twinkled just for me."

By Allison Robicelli
When you were a kid, did you ever dream about getting locked somewhere overnight? Maybe it was a department store dressing room, as you got entangled in a poorly chosen pair of jeans, or a corner of a museum where you were lost in your own thoughts and forgotten by the rest of your group. Maybe it was a train station, or — in my real-life experience — an airport.

When you’re young, there’s something romantic about being alone and awake as the rest of the world sleeps. You could do all the things you wouldn’t do in an uptight, grown-up world. You could skip. You could twirl. You could sing at the top of your lungs. You could moonwalk down hallways, slide down banisters and ride the escalators up and down while doing sweet karate moves. By day, these spaces are spoiled by hustle, bustle and good behavior. At night, the world belongs only to you.

At the tender age of 41, I finally got to live my childhood dream...READMORE