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Chicago--Holy Cow!

I’m back from Chicago, the City of Broad Shoulders, the Windy City, the City of Rahm Emmanuel and Kevin Youklis (why on earth did President Obama, in an election year, tick off most of New England with his taunts about the Red Sox?), the City of Three Million People of Whom I Know None. I was at a conference of business communicators like me, learning, making contacts, thinking about how to apply at my organization some of the things presenters are discussing. The usual stuff.

It is a beautiful city. The architecture is breathtaking—building towers old and new, made from ornate concrete and sleek glass and steel, and full of character. Millenium Park and Buckingham Fountain, Michigan Avenue, State Street, Lake Shore Drive, RiverWalk, and so much more I didn't get to see.  I thought about going to a Cubs game (one of the conference sponsors was hosting it) and should have, because I would really like to see Wrigley Field, but opted out.  Another time when I'm with Donna, instead of with a group of strangers.  At Midway, before my flight home, I did have dinner at a bar named after Harry Caray, the Hall of Fame Cubs announcer.  That's almost the same as experiencing a game at Wrigley, right?  Right?

Below are some photos I took on my numerous walkabouts before and after sessions. 












Saturday we head to Loveladies for a week of Paradise New Jersey style! 

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  1. UnknownJune 27, 2012 at 1:29 PM

    Awesome pics, Dad! Looks like you got to see a lot between your sessions. LBI so soon!!!! - Kate

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