It's not hard to spot the homeless at O'Hare, once you know they're there.
They live in the shallow margin just outside security -- along the benches in baggage claim, the thin strip that fronts check-in, or as eternal passengers on the tram that shuttles travelers back and forth from long term parking to the terminals.
Their luggage would look like every other bag if it weren't a little too lived in, a little too long used.
They wear the traveler's practised weary look, and nap along window panes just like that guy with the delayed connection -- the one who will be home soon, where he'll unpack at last, after this last little minor inconvenience.
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