Time to take off your cheesehead and pack up your terrible towel—you'd look foolish trying to get them through security before you board the plane for home. Wedged into that little airline seat between two big dudes spilling over your armrests, you're alone now with your memories—the big game, the big night boozing it up at Baby Dolls, the big sightseeing trip to Dealey Plaza where you bought that commemorative Lee Harvey... More >>>