We arrived in Chicago this afternoon and took a train from O'Hare, one of the busiest airports in the world, to downtown Chicago where we're staying in a fine hotel. Our room has a view of the lake. And, yes, my friends it's not the ocean and one cannot get a suntan on the deck: but Chicago is a fine town and I'm enjoying it and the chance to see our daughter and son-in-law for a few days.
We'll be visiting galleries and interesting restaurants, and I'm sure we'll enjoy some Chicago music as well.
The music started earlier today at O'Hare. An alto sax man greeted us with a jazzy version of Somewhere Over the Rainbow. Judy Garland would have liked it and Charlie Parker would have smiled and said that this fellow had talent and just needed a break.
There were other freelance train and subway musicians entertaining today: an elderly man playing a dance tune from the early 1920s on a Chinese stringed instrument; a rap singer with a great repertoire and a compact PA system; and an African American percussionist and singer playing a conga drum and singing to and about the people passing by. Thus far no one has asked me to sing along.
People stopped and asked if we needed help as we perused our maps on street corners and on the trains. The hotel manager left a message thanking us for making the Hilton Suites Hotel our temporary home while we are in Chicago and giving us his office and cell number just in case we needed anything or wanted to chat with him.
We've been here just a few hours and I'm pleased to say that we're staying six nights.
Stay tuned. This could be fun.