Two trips to Chicago this Christmas.
I’ve always liked the Christmas-themed city with the Salvation army bellringers, the lights, the people, the three boys sitting on the sidewalk playing their “drums” (plastic buckets) … (Oh, yeah, and the pigeons and beeping taxis and bus exhaust – but you work at blotting out the undesirable.)
Both days I was there – thousands of other people were there, too. The day the munchkin and I went down, you couldn’t even move at the Christkindlmarket. Literally. Basically we walked in one side and pushed our way out the other. Good thing we actually didn’t want to buy anything at a stall, because we couldn’t. And I truly wish Chicago would do something about the tree at the market. Rather embarrassing. Seriously, we can’t do any better than a tree that looked as if it had already dropped half its needles?
But other than that …