As per the title, Jeff and I are in Chicago! We're staying at the ultra-ritzy
Palmer House hotel. Seriously, look at the website. Our room is nice but nothing special. Although when we asked for more towels, when we returned to our room, there were two ENORMOUS piles of towels! Along the room corridors are large photos of entertainers who performed in the Empire Room, which is still there. It's how I find our room. Turn right at Gordon McCrae and if you are at Judy Garland you've overshot. The only unpleasant part is that our door opens out to a picture of Buddy Hackett c. 1969. Take a look, you'll see what I mean.
We're here cheap because we agreed to listen to a timeshare pitch, about which more later. Suffice to say it went like this.
Salesperson: Look, resorts all over the world! Only $36 thousand dollars! What, oh, yeah, there's a monthly maintenance fee. But there are resorts all over the world! Never pay for another vacation again! Yeah, you pay all of your own travel expenses and you'll probably take a loss if you sell, but resorts all over the world!
Me: (at intervals) No. No. No. NO. NO. NO!!!
I've just come back from a delightful visit with
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wotwotleigh and family. Such a nice group of people! We ate breakfast/lunch and then Wot and I retired to a nearby bakery to gab over hot cider. I am just glowing. Their daughter kept asking me how old I am. "I'm 7," she said. 'How old are you?" Finally her father said, "give her a number". To a kid that age everybody looks Old, so I answered 42. Cue guffaws from the other adults. It was near the Museum for Science and Industry. Nearby a huge rally for Bernie is gathering.
It's been a great trip so far. We both love Chicago. Jeff's at an all-day conference but we've had plenty of time for each other. Tonight we're going to a kitschy restaurant called
The Italian Village. I intend to load up on pasta.