Chicago

I drove to Chicago today for a conference, stopping off to have lunch with ShoeDeb. ShoeDeb and I used to work together and now she’s the librarian for a famous cooking school here in Chicago.  Today she had on a colorful pair of pump sandals. A couple of years ago her husband brought her back a pair of seriously pumped glossy black and white tennis shoes from China. Damn those were fine shoes.

ShoeDeb is well, we had lunch at the culinary school and caught up. When it was time for her to go back to work at about 1:00 I asked if there was anything close by to go and do or see. She suggested an art museum and I said yes… and then no.  It’s the directional thing. I didn’t want to get lost in Chicago. I got on the road and started toward the airport hotel where the conference is. Where I would have the rest of the day to work quietly and alone in my hotel room.

BBBBBOOOOOOORRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG.

Painfully, depressingly, boring. I was feeling the coffin lid closing on me when I saw a highway sign indicating the Chicago History Museum was off the next exit, and I took it. I may be a navigational dud but I am not so pathetically lame that I would spend a 71 degree day that I have all to myself in Chicago in a hotel room, thank God.

I took about 3 hours in the Chicago HIstory Museum, took a walk to Lake Michigan (those Great Lakes are popping up everywhere this time of year!), and found a church called, get this, The Moody Church. In case any of you working on your 6 word memoir. And seriously, its a real church.