Late in the afternoon we walked to the corner to the Pizzeria Uno, which claims to be the original home of the Chicago deep dish pizza. It looked like the Italian restaurant in every gangster movie ever made. Our server was a large black woman with one side of her head shaved. She appeared to…
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We ventured onto the streets of Chicago mid-afternoon. The city seems to preserve its old structures. A block away is a Bloomingdales which appears to be in an old mosque. The older buildings are interspersed among new, high towers but in a way that seems charming. It feels here like Portland, though the towering buildings…
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Chicago A big city starts early apparently and a big compressor outside of our window at 4:00 AM confirmed that fact. I dozed for a while longer, Lydia slept until 9:30 bless her heart, and thus I wandered around a strange dark room. No coffee maker, no soap for a shower (so I used the…
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Leaving the St. Paul library, we wandered the town, stopping at the Charles Schultz character statues in Rice Park, a leisurely lunch in the Running Waters micro-brew shop (Riesling and a Walleye sandwich for Lyd and a red Irish Ale and a turkey Reuben for me), and a stop in Candyland to re-establish our supply…
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St. Paul I am looking out from the third floor of the St. Paul public library. The church-like spires of the old city hall are visible above the trees of Rice park. We began on Friday morning with goodbyes to Josh in the early morning light of Albany. The Cascades was on time and we…
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The suitcase and packs are loaded, tickets and excursion vouchers organized. Itinerary: Empire Builder through Seattle to St. Paul – Lydia researches progenitors. Empire Builder to Chicago: Architectural tour by boat, Cubs game at Wrigley field, night club tour. City of New Orleans to WHERE ELSE – NOL: Preservation Hall front row seats, swamp boat…
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I grew up in a small town out in the middle of the Wyoming prairie. Growing up, I was never more than a few blocks away from the edge of town. I was never far from being knee deep in sagebrush and cactus. I was a time when there were no televisions on our block…
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