My kind of town

 

I took the family up to visit family over the weekend to Chicago. I haven't been there in 30 years.
30 years!?!
Holy canoli. I'm actually old now. Look, when you can say that you haven't been somewhere for 30 years and you remember the previous time you were there, guess what?
You're old.
Long drive. Did I mention that? Yeah, we drove. With the whole clan. Wife, three kids and only two DVD's that didn't skip.
Flushed Away was a great movie the first 6 times I listened in...
After that the slugs were getting on my nerves.
18 or 19 hours later we were stuck in traffic next to US Cellular Field, a rather impressive piece of Sports Architecture, right at the Southside Sox got underway againt the Northside Cubbies.
Good times.
Too bad I didn't have tickets. Would have been nice to catch a game.
We were there on a mission. Helping a family member or three return to the Sunshine state so there was little time for sightseeing.
I know, sad, right? I thought so too. The trip wasn't a total waste. I did manage to score me a box of fresh off the grill White Castle cheeseburgers.
Oh yeah. More Beautiful.
It was all hot and steamy and gooey.
A belly full of slyders.
Good times.
We also sampled the local version of Pizza. Not the deep dish. Something called a footlong. It was alot better than I have been led to believe. I was always told that Chicago Pizza was nothing compared to the Hey Joeys served in the Big Apple but I will admit that the one we had was different but it held its own.
I suppose the best part of the trip was getting to see family that I have not seen in like a decade.
I hate it when I realize that its been so long. I always end up making a promise to never let it get that way again.
And I am sure I will remember this promise in ten years or so too.
Well. It's Friday and I am ready to go home.
Peace out.