"My kind of town... Chicago is..."

The other day, while trying to reinvigorate my thesis writing brain, I sat out along the lakefront to think/regroup/restrategize.
It was really windy, so the waves were pretty big. As they crashed against the rocks around me, I almost forgot I was in one of the largest urban areas in the U.S. Then, I looked up, and there it was -- the skyline. A reminder of one of the things I love so much about the city_ the bling, ha. To my left was a lush, green park, full of runners and cyclists and picnic-ers -- to my right, a huge body of water that offers swimming, kayaking, and a nice summer breeze -- in front of me, tall buildings, soon to be aglow, putting the skyline on show for all to see -- and behind me, Gary, IN, birthplace of Michael Jackson. Enough said. (ah, and somewhere south west of here, my favorite person in the world, a 13 yr old beautiful young woman whom is likely far closer to dunking someday than I am).

Its so easy to get caught up in *life* and forget how lucky we are to be here, I think. Museums and bike paths and funky neighborhoods and beaches and restaurants and...and...and...

Chicago, my love, as soon as this damn thesis is done, I promise to take advantage of you.
(Wow, I almost made it through an entire entry without sounding inappropriate.)