Its 5.30 in the morning. and I have just got on the plane to Chicago.Its a relief to have escaped the televisual bombardment of Tiger Wood’s repeated apologies! My cheery cab driver slithered his way down an icy Cambridge Place in the wee small hours and as we were crossing Memorial Bridge he pointed something out to me. Up on the rise in Arlington National Cemetary ahead of us there was a tiny orange flicker in the darkness. It was the eternal flame at the JFK memorial. Because of the summer foliage you can only see it from the bridge at this time of year and only when it is dark. Oh the lengths you have to go to see some things eh?