One evening at the end of a long day at the expo, O’Callagan convinced me to get out of the long cab line leaving McCormick Place because, according to him, we could walk about two blocks and pick up a cab much more easily. The wintry mix was blowing sideways, we trudged through knee-high drifts on the sidewalk, we never found a cab - yet O’Callaghan promised there were black and tans just ahead at the local pub. I am a gullible Irishman, so I followed him for nearly two hours.
I can’t wait to get back to Chicago to see the new products coming to a market near you. However, this year if I see O’Callaghan in the cab line, I am running the opposite direction.