ok I'm tired. It's 3am central time and I'm trying to finish my day (or start a new one) by writing about the last few places I've been and I can't seem to find the right words to describe anything. Currently, I'm in Chicago. St Patrick's day is this week, which I completely forgot about until it was pointed out to me that the locals have dyed the river that runs through the city green. College kids are out, celebrating in style by drinking green beer, wearing green t-shirts, green hats, and green pajamas.
Chicago is a fantastic, grand city that I never think of until I'm here. I'm struck by the incredible architecture and brilliant urban planning, thoughtful dedication to art and the mesmerizing, massive lake. I know this must be a great place to live ... but am reminded that to do so I would have to adapt to weather that requires a heartier disposition than mine - fierce wind that explodes through the urban corridors and thunderstorms that hint of tornadoes circling somewhere nearby. Recommended places: Blackbird, Nick's Fish Market, Cafe Ba-Ba Reeba Tapas Bar
Some of us thought Washington was the place for the Fair, and even New York had backers, but a wiser providence chose the Midway Marvel of the West, and she is going in to break the world's record from the start. Disappointed rivals may call her the Windy City, but what race was ever won without Wind? Wind is what we want.... (Washington Post, May 1893)
