It was while languishing in an airport lounge, counting carpet squares to divert the mind, that I concluded my stance on standby ticketing: an economic game of Travel-Chicken with potential purgatorial consequence.

Those on the move with ‘littles’ should mark that truth well. But, to be frank, wagering upon disorganization of others does pay.

So labeled as cynics, but winners at Chicken, we steal three absentee seats and arrive to an island in time.

Brew City, Milwaukee WI; an industrious, lakeside seat harboring some six-hundred thousand thirsty souls and, in particular, one past life to which I am by now a bewildered tourist.

As Peter Pan has taught, one can reconnect with lost shadows. At the corner of Watson and State I met mine, shook its hand and said, “I hear they make beer here now.” | Ripon, WI

Man says volumes before speaking a word. And Paulie felt thankful for the fact.

To him, the laughter and love alive in the land of beer and cheese was measured not by chapters of pages, but the simplicity of glasses raised high in cheer.

…one picture given, one picture taken, and a plane…bound for Argentina.