Sunday: Awaken, with a whole morning until you have to climb in a cab. Head to the River. Find breakfast on your way. Find it to be ho-hum, but peaceful there on the street; eat a lot, anyway. Keep walking. Stumble on a hotel where you have stayed, once a while ago now. Have some memories. Find the River and cross it; sit by it a while. Weave your way back through city streets until you find the lake again. Get a little bit wet. Stop for a refreshing drink, just around the corner. Return to the hotel, pack up, head to the airport, and be terribly terribly grateful for it all. (Chicago I have LOVED thee; this I say with truth.)
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