Chicago

Here we go again, another trip...or two or whatever, I just know I am going to be gone and really don't feel like it.  Although it is so glamorous, I mean the hotels with the rooms that are too small, beds that have springs like a Slinky, the planes that are too cold and those wonderful smells that have found themselves stuck in the backseats of the taxis.  I mean what is that smell?  Drakar meets exhaust? or the driver's left over dinner that has been in the Chicago heat for 3 days?

Anyway, Chicago, at least the food will be good.  Busy first day, all I really had time for was a shot out the hotel window.  At least there is a lake view.