It’s 6:20 AM on Friday morning, and I’m sitting at the Quad City “International” Airport in Moline, Illinois, waiting for a flight back to school after a quick Thanksgiving trip home. There’s a girl sitting at the next table over, wearing a Stanford Cardinal track jacket. Sweet.
Update: She’s not a Stanford student — she doesn’t even have any affiliation with the school at all — she just got the jacket when she was visiting the school for work! Bummer.
