My Kind of Town...

... Chicago is. I just finished spending nearly a week there and I didn't want to go. How come your flights are never delayed when you don't want to go? I spent the week staying with my best friend from my hometown. Her neighborhood is this cute mix of the Midwest and life in the big city. During the day, I had work meetings near the loop so I got to take the CTA and pretend like I lived there. At night, my friend and I met up for Chicago-style fun. The best was going to the lounge for drinks at the top of the John Hancock building. The last time I was there was with my dad for my 16th birthday. I have to say, it hasn't changed a bit. The view of Chicago was amazing. Lake Michigan and the Chicago River are so blue; Trump Tower and a few other new buildings add to the already amazing skyline, and with the sun setting it was perfect.

And, of course, my family is in Illinois so we rendezvoused. My grandpa grew up on the South Side of Chicago. Though I've spent little time there, I feel an affinity for it. Just like your hair color or height gets passed down from your parents, support for the White Sox and the South Side, at the expense of the Cubs and the North Side gets passed down. My grandpa's boyhood home was a few blocks from Al Capone's boyhood home. When I saw him last weekend, he said when he asked his mom if Al Capone was a bad guy, she said "Well, some might say that but he gave good money to the church." Funny.