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Jeebus! Keep your shirt on! Okay! Cripes!

I suppose I should mention my trip to Chicago first. After all, that’s where I left off, isn’t it? I arrived at my brother’s freshly vinyl sided abode on Saturday afternoon and all heck broke loose. There were nieces wielding ransom notes from their captors…

…and all manner of hijinks. I must say though that after my brother convinced his wife that I’ve had better Mexican food than they might ever muster in Chicago—and for much less green—she found a great Indian restaurant that served the best Indian food (no surprise there) that I’ve ever had. Period. The sick part was that the neighborhood this place was in had a diner, cafe, club, or take-out joint in every other space over ten blocks. I’d go back just to compare and contrast if nothing else.

I could say that Sunday was wasted on the Super Bowl, but that’s not necessarily true. The old friends in attendance were the draw, not the ridiculous spectacle that covers for a football championship.

On Monday we went shopping on Michigan Avenue.

After unloading, we went for a little walk to the Apple Store. Sure, it’s boxy and modern and whatnot. Sure I had to get an iPod while I was there (compulsion! damn you!). What I was struck by though, was the glass staircase that ascends from the center of the first floor. My guess was that it was twelve feet wide, but get this, the steps were purely of two-inch thick glass connected to the sides with little clips. You might think that the arrangement would be fairly sturdy or that the engineers knew what they were doing, but I think perhaps not.

Think flexing. Think earthquake-like motion, especially if you’re walking up the center of the staircase. Gooey, undulating, wave motions from the entire structure were sent up even by a guy who weighs as little as I do. (okay, maybe not that little, but still!)

Stereo, me bought, then walking more on it, Michigan Avenue.

…with my brother and the littlest niece. Who won? I did. Clearly.

Another post in minutes with more pictures (so keep your pants on too!).

Your pal,

bob