That thing where…
That thing where … you start to feel as though you’re finally part of the fabric of the city. THAT.
That thing where … you start to feel as though you’re finally part of the fabric of the city. THAT.
In a Chicago summer, there’s a real sense of abandoning the rigid rules of daily life. Such rules no longer apply. It’s heady, fragrant, intoxicating.
Interested in a time machine?
As seen outside Wrigley Field (home of the Chicago Cubs) this week.
Recently, the American and I decided on a plan of action for the next few months: We were going to spend the rest of the summer (and perhaps a little longer) in Chicago. “But why Chicago?” everyone asked. “Why not?” was my response.
On the drive over there, we saw something was not right. Within moments, we turned onto on Bayshore. And before us was the remnants of a Boeing 777ER on runway 28L. Alight.
And sometimes, you just want to preserve the little moments of joy, to bottle them up, label them and say, “Remember when that happened? That was so awesome!”. Little victories like that don’t come along often, so it’s important to appreciate them when they do.