Late afternoon
I managed to get lost in the Merchandise Mart which, I think, is some sort of rite of passage in Chicago. After I found my way out, I was pleased to catch this scene of the trains crossing the river on the Wells Street Bridge.
wells street
So easy to get lost in that place.
Yes, yes it is. Super spooky when there aren’t any people in the building, too. I wandered around for almost 30 minutes and didn’t see another soul. Be well, friend.
When you got out, were you still in Chicago? Did you find a worm hole to other worlds? Did you find a transformer which would take you to Seattle without using an airplane? Are you sure you know where you are now?
All good questions! I believe I’m still in Chicago but I’m plotting and scheming a return home. I certainly do not know where I am now, 2020? 1820? Best wishes to you and yours!
We are still alive, which is the big accomplishment so far this year.