Tomorrow we will pile into my mother's Altima and drive 16 1/2 hours to the windy city. Interestingly enough, Chicago doesn't get it's nickname because of the weather. They call it the windy city because so many politicians blew through spitting out a lot of misleading promises.
16 1/2 hours is a long time to be jammed into a car with your family, even for a foursome as close as mine. We have taken the necessary precautions- books on tape, a cooler with healthy snacks, fully functioning air conditioning. But still, I have to wonder, will we get to Chicago in one piece?
Once we get there I have so much that I hope to see. There are countless museums, and of course shopping, plus I do admit that I eagerly await shopping on Michigan Ave. We will probably do lunch atop the 97th floor of the John Hancock tower, overlooking the city. I also pray that we will catch a matinee of some of the most noteworthy theater in the country.
Chicago opens a door. New knowledge and excitement, and I am bursting at the seems to access it, and I will, once I survive 16 1/2 hours of family togetherness.
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