Back from a lovely train excursion to the "Windy City", which was not windy at all over the last three days. While I tramped the halls of the Palmer House at the 20th anniversary convention of the Association for Theatre in Higher Education, Jan strolled the shores of the Chicago River, treaded the halls of the Art Institute, and I suppose paddled the various puddles at the Shedd Aquarium. As usual the meals were scrumpious. There was a glorious medium rare tuna steak at the Blue Water Grille, an equally tempting roasted duck breast atop a broth of Asian noodles and vegetables at the Atwood Hotel, and finally a pig out buffet at Dick's Last Resort. BURP! Home to a week of BLT's from the garden that is now overflowing with bright red splendor. Yum yum and healthy too.
For those who need a moral lesson in blog entries and who shouldn't offer one after these last three days of facist, imperialist, sinful, and overtly conspicuous consumption, here is a bon mot from a Robert Frost poem.
"Most of the change we think we see in life
Is due to truths being in and out of favor."
1 comment:
I love these photos. thanks for posting them.
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