When we asked our cab driver what that large body of water was he replied, "Michigan Lake."
The first fellow I inquired about where to get the best ribs in Chicago invited us to his uncle's house.
Day one: breakfast at a family owned joint where the 2 egg breakfast had 3 eggs, all the waitresses were stacked, young & friendly, and the hash-browns had tasty caramelized onions added for an extra .75c
The fabulous gardening all over the city, in little iron-fenced plots.
Michigan Avenue's meridian gardened with overflowing containers of glorious flowers.
Sleeping in a park across from the Museum of Contemporary Art.
Waking up to the park filled with lunchtime office workers and hundreds of summer camp children!
Eating lunch at MoCA's cafe, Puck's, surrounded by thousands of cartoon eyes on a pink background.
{The food here might be some of the freshest and liveliest of all the "chains" in Chicago, BTW.}
The bizarre sight of seeing hundreds of little girls dressed up as little girls and carrying dolls which looked just like them.
The beautiful, old slate-roofed, red bricked buildings hiding and dwarfed among all the new shiny structures devoid of character.
The incredible, thought & emotion provoking photography show in the Water Tower.
Learning there was a swimming pool at the condo we'd rented.
The view of Lakeshore Drive and Lake Michigan from many stories up.
The fantastic lightening storm we watched through these massive plate glass windows on our first night.
Riding the 66 bus and witnessing the remaining Cabrini Green projects out the window.
And understanding how important it is to see a whole city when visiting. {Besides visiting East New York in Brooklyn, I have never seen housing the likes of this devastation in the United States. First impression: like a prison turned inside-out. Visceral. Painful. Terrifying. Desolate.}
Riding the eLevated subway train packed with happy, drunk White Sox fans.
Eating Carson's ribs, in Chicago. {The first time I ate these was in NYC almost 25 years ago!}
Our table was made of 8 fabulous food bloggers from all over the country: Elise, Kat, Jasmine, Alanna, Kalyn, Susan, and Heather.
Seeing crazy neat-o Niki Saint Phalle sculptures at the Garfield Park Conservatory.
Coming upon their education/installation/showing of possible green roofs was exciting as well, especially in the Midwest!
Hunting down and finding a Polish restaurant.
Seeing the furnace of a steel foundry in operation. Deafeningly loud. Hot. Black smoke. Massive equipment. Impressive. Clinky-clanky to the point of my whole body vibrating with its sound. Terrifying. Bright. Sparks flying: light
like stars twinkling.
[Name of foundry: Finkl & Sons]
Swimming in the swimming pool at night, watching fireworks and flirting.
Staying up all night talking about the conference with old friends and new. Waking up with "happy hangover."
Driving all over the city with a native Chicagoan, getting the history, the facts, the change-ables, the names. Seeing neighborhoods. Eating Italian Ices. Finding restaurants. Taking photos out of the car window. Getting to "the bean" {Actually a sculpture called Cloud Gate.} late at night and seeing the skyline reflected in it.
Hearing cicadas for the first time in almost 30 years.
Seeing old neon signs. Trying to comprehend a city similar to NY, my home, but so very different and absolutely unique.
I am happy to have met you Chicago, albeit briefly. Thank you for your hospitality.
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