We were sitting outside a Chicago hotel, waiting for the Uber. This was the modern world in all its glory; the proud towers of this bustling and bankrupt city rising above, a glass-clad slab in my hand summoning a private ride to the airport. America has its problems, sure — but from here it looks pretty darn Great already.
Daughter: Did you get my book from the hotel room?
Me, in my head: Pretty sure I didn’t. Out loud: What is it?
The Cold War book for school! I have to have it!
Me: We have to go to the airport! What do you …