Chicago 3

Since writing earlier several things have happened. I nearly got lost when I went downstairs to the rest room at an Italian eating place – found it OK – but when I came out there were four doors to choose from and it took me three to find the right one. The first opened onto a conference room.
As we were driven to Union Station we couldn’t help noticing the inky blue sky. Unlike L.A. and Portland, Chicago has clear skies and clean air.
All over town beggars sit on the street holding cardboard signs telling the reasons why they need help. The best we saw was: Wife abducted by aliens, need help to buy a space ship and a ray gun. Most are serious: 2 children. Homeless. Need food. God bless. Outside the Apple store the queue is made up of rich kids waiting to be first to get a new iPhone, across the street someone else is begging for help.
On the whole people in Chicago are friendly, humorous, and helpful.
Had my hair cut today – the wind was whipping it up and making me look like one of the three stooges. Now I’m looking quite plucked; I guess it will grow. The hairdresser gave me so much attention and washed my hair before and after. Never had that before.
Now we wait for our next train the Lakeshore Limited – the station is packed and buzzing.

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