Chicago! A little more than two weeks and I will be landing at O'Hare Airport, setting up shop at the Hilton there, and then right away onto the CTA subway and into one of my favorite cities in the world.
A friend is going with me, and she has to meet folk at a local graduate program, so - being her urban sherpa - I shall get her to where she has to go, and then begin walking the streets of Chicago, perhaps finding a local watering hole...eventually meeting up with my friend again, and off we go.
I enjoy cities...simply walking, watching, waiting for something or nothing to happen. Chicago is particularly fun, because I love its food: the deep dish pizza, the Chicago style hot dog. And Wrigley Field...IF the Cubs make the play-offs, and IF they make it to game four in the first series, and IF they are playing at Wrigley Field on Sunday, then maybe I might go...IF I can get a ticket. My favorite baseball teams have a tendency to choke at the last minute (think Red Sox in 1977 or 1986), but what a joy it would be to sit in a ballpark, have a real hot dog straight from the grill and a real local beer. No prepackaged crap.
I also might try to find the HQ for Barack Obama. With Hagel out of the race, I am in need of a candidate to support, one who can unite the country and not use the politics of war to continue to tear us up. But that is a post for another day.
My mind is 800 miles or so away, in Chicago...steak, piano bar, visiting the graves of my great grandparents, lots of beer, and a good friend to whom I can play "sherpa."
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