I Didn't Care if I Died...

...read on to learn why I didn't.

It was early spring in 2002, and I was waiting at O'Hare for my first flight after 9/11. I was traveling for work to Salt Lake City, as I did a few times a year in those days. It was a Sunday, there were mobs of people everywhere, and I was waiting for my group to be called.

I'm passing the time by people-watching. Suddenly, I see... Can it be? No? Wow! Really? Is that him? My teenage heartthrob Donny Osmond? Whose pictures were plastered all over my bedroom walls? (Truthfully, Read more