I really hadn’t planned much for our 2nd day in Chicago except for the Cubs game that night, so we pretty much spent the day wandering throughout the city while Annie was at work.
My first thought on our wanderings: I love the “L”. LOVE. IT. It puts public transit in other cities to shame. Its clean (like the rest f Chicago), fast, runs on time, and the view is spectacular. Of course I was there in the summer, not the winter when the weather may cause some issues.
Mary and I both were like children on the train, constantly looking out the window and generally being amazed at the ridiculously cool architecture throughout the city. We rode the train from Lincoln Square to the Loop and started the day by wandering through Millennium Park and checking out the awesome installation art. Again, the view from the park is pretty breathtaking, but I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised since Chicago seems to be an overall awesome city. (At this point some of you may be thinking that if I love it so much I should move there, and believe me I am considering it). The modern designs at the park were amazing. In fact, if I hadn’t purchased the Cubs tickets (and if the ball game wasn’t such a central part f my trip) I would have elected to stay in the park for the free concert that night. In the park, there is an interactive fountain (see pic) that I know my dad would have absolutely loved. I could almost hear is laugh when I first saw it.
After the park we ventured over to the Chicago cultural center and saw a Chicago bull…haha. We wanted to see the Tiffany Dome because we heard it was breath-taking. It was. The whole dome and interior is a mosaic, and I don’t know about you, but mosaics of any kind always impress me greatly.
The only way to possibly follow that beauty is obviously with a trip to McDonald’s. Only we didn’t go to just any Mickey D’s we went to the Rock-n-Roll McDonald’s. The only corporate owned, flagship McDonald’s. And let me tell you this was fine dining. I’m talking leather lounge chairs, gelato bar fine dining. Let me take a moment here to explain why going to Mickey D’s is a fitting tribute to my father. He loved McDonald’s. So much so that when he was out and we didn’t know where, it was a pretty safe assumption that he was in McDonald’s. I once lost him for an hour in 30th Street Station, and after looking frantically for him I found him sitting in a hidden booth in McDonald’s eating a quarter pounder and sipping on some coke. At his funeral, my nieces and nephews stopped at McDonald’s to get napkins and straws for his coffin. So considering this deep love affair, I thought it only fitting to stop at this McDonald’s in the city where McDonald’s was founded to munch on some fries.
After such a busy day, Mary, Annie, and I headed over to Wrigley field to watch the Cubs play. This was by-far the most emotional part of my trip as yet. I can still remember my dad telling me that he wanted to see a game at Wrigley and Fenway because that was the way baseball was and should be: played in a park that has stood the test of time and is owned by the fans, not a bank.
The park itself is pretty awesome. Everything about it feels historic. Except for the 6.75 beers; that just feels painful. Perhaps the greatest part of the game (only because the Cubs lost) was watching my friend Annie eat an entire bag of Kettle Corn (12 servings) because the men next to her said she couldn’t. She ate it in 3 and a half innings. A feat that surely would have impressed my father.
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