the man is bjorn ulvaeus

the pick up at O'Hare is a little more sketchy. An American car that wanted to be a town car but wasn't. A lot of man-cologne. A swanky pants wearer driving us. Swanky music from the 1950's on the radio, not my favorite musical era. Windows, sure, I recall windows. Other cars nearby, sure, I can go with that. It was the airport after all. Katie in the front seat laughing. Me wondering about the pairing of the two someones up front who seemed to be from different eras and planets. The moment I called him Frank Sinatra I forgot his real name and still can't remember it even though I just read it on Katie's post. But the beard comment eludes.