Hidden Blessings in the Harvest
At a Chicago airport, I overpaid for a fancy travel pillow, and for good reason: I was desperate to sleep on the flight. Bone weary from media appearances, I boarded the plane and noticed the woman seated behind me. She explained to the flight attendant that she’d had a neck injury and needed several pillows to get comfortable. “I’m sorry, we don’t provide them anymore,” the attendant answered.