My lands, I leave for Chicago in nearly 8 hours. Be prepared: Live blogging!

My lands, I leave for Chicago in nearly 8 hours. Be prepared: Live blogging!

Put him on a city street,
He will scuff his anxious feet,
Shiver with the alien cold,
Look bewildered, helpless, old.
Put him on the gaunt hillside
Where his fathers worked and died,
He will straighten like a tree
Grow erect and proud and free.
Leave him blindfolded, let him roam.
Every path will lead him home.
- Author Unknown