So, in a recent diary/journal, I had just posted that I had been in the hospital yet again. Not as bad an illness this time around…last time I had almost DIED of blood loss due to bleeding ulcers which I had no idea that I had. I know there are just a crapload of cool things to do in and around the city. Probably more than I could possibly remember. Only problem is, I’m here on my own, without my husband–you know, the one I married straight out of high school in August of 1987? We moved to central Ohio in 1988.
We went everywhere using buses and trains “back in the day”. A year after we moved to Columbus in 1988, we bought a CAR for the first time. One can kind of get used to that sort of luxury. And, of course, the world has moved on since the last time we were here. , Back then, public transportation didn’t have a web site. Let alone turn-by-turn GPS navigation, trip planners that didn’t involve that archaic “pencil and paper” stuff. Supposed to go pick up a rent-a-car from Budget soon. But, then what? AAAACK!
On being back someplace you left long ago: of course it’s something totally new and different, but what’s next is not for us to know.
It’s hard to be alone – not a thing anybody would choose, but sometimes it can be wonderful and a thing to celebrate. Everything changes – me and you and even Chicago. Even Booman Tribune, the same place, but a little different. Very cool how that goes, no?
The things one remembers – pay phones for heaven’s sake.
Thanks for posting.
One thing– you’ll be paying 30-50 cents per gallon more for a gallon of gas there, then Indiana next door… depending on whether you live in Chicago proper or the ‘burbs
Check out the new Navy Pier and of course all the museums are always a good go … I don’t know if there are any festivals this weekend but I’m sure the city website can help with that
The Bulls are playing Monday night, but that might be an expensive ticket to get.
Welcome Home! Yes, the politicians are the worst in the country. Yes, it’s like Alaska in Winter and Texas in Summer, and there is no Spring. Still, it’s Home.