After the carpet incident at the Hilton Hotel, I finally checked in and ventured out to the “C” concourse. It had been many years since I had been through the Chicago airport and had forgotten about the cool psychedelic light show above the moving walkway. I had time so I did it a few times. Now this is what I miss from the 60s – my old light show in my bedroom with my black light Jimi Hendrix posters and subtle Doors music. I did what I could on concourse “C” and pulled out my iPod, dialed up some Doors, and did a little “Riders on the Storm” on my last trip on the moving walkway. Greece here I come.