My day in Chicago yesterday was probably the most active I have been since I fell in mid March. I did fine and had a great time, but by the time I got back to my room after dinner, I could hardly keep my head up. In fact, I wrote the foregoing and decided to try to go to sleep and write this post sometime before I get on a plane to Kansas City at 8:30 a.m. this morning .
The day started by having brunch with Susie and Dana Wishnick, Susie’s Husband Allen, and two of their sons. The whole town of Chicago is hopping. The first restaurant we went to, quite a large place, had an hour wait.
It is almost impossible to find a taxi. The high-end restaurants are mobbed with affluent people of all ages and skin colors. It is a different world.
The Marlins were shutout and it was hotter than hell. Still, we had a great time. The fans are terrific and the Wrigley staff extremely friendly and accommodating.
Got up at 5:30 to leave hotel for airport at 6:30. Flight to Kansas City not much more than an hour. If weather predictions hold, it will be 97 at the ball park. I love baseball, but I love life even more and I have no intention of risking my health. I will find shade somewhere.
Never turned on the television set on Saturday. Have no idea what happened in the world.
Go Ukraine and vote like your life depended on it.