Chicago

 

Day 3:  March 9, 2003

 

3:34 p.m.:  Slow day in the household that I’m staying in for the next week.  And honestly, that’s fine by me.  I’ve planned the week out, and I’ll certainly be busy.  First home cooked meal in 2 ½ months.

 

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Day 4:  March 10, 2003

 

2:45 p.m.:  First day in Chicago alone.  And I assure you, this place is gorgeous.  However, I’ve just dealt with my first panhandler… and against my better judgment, I gave the poor thing three dollars.  But, it is only three dollars.

 

Anyway, I’m due for an update.  Plus, my feet need a little rest.  Last night, John took me into the city, to show me around.  And I was blown away, by the sheer size of things.  Everything is enormous here (though that’s a given, considering that it has the tallest building in the country, here).  It’s big, but the architecture is quite beautiful, as well.  John showed me the apartment he lived in for a short time, and the Ferris Wheel at Navy Pier (an amusement park).  After that, with the rest of his family, we had dinner at Gino’s East.

 

After working at Pizza Hut for 13 months, the prospect of pizza can be relatively unattractive, if not outright sickening.  But, after eating at Gino’s, I’ve decided that I will eat pizza again.  ONLY if it is of the quality of this stuff, though.  Real Chicago pizza is one of man’s greatest creations, I think.  We returned home, afterward, and I worked on a music theory test.

 

This morning, I set off for downtown Chicago, taking the train.  And so far, I’ve bought six CDs, and decided that Music Mart is probably the worst place to do anything that isn’t buying CDs.  One can’t even find a decent collection of sheet music at the place.  However, I’ve most likely only covered no more than five or six blocks.  And I’ve still not traveled to a potential gold mine of instruments (trumpets and guitars, whah!).  There’s also some spots that I haven’t quite made it to, yet, and might save until tomorrow, or Thursday, even.

 

Also, no luck finding souvenirs for anyone, much less those I know back at college.  No sign of Billy, just yet, either.  Maybe I should shop for rice milk, or a guitar.

 

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