I can't believe it's been over a week since I left Chicago. I was visiting with a new friend I met right before leaving Oregon. (She's the sister of a pal in Eugene.) I knew during our first conversation that we'd one day become good, old friends. Has that ever happened to you?
(at the Navy Pier).
I already knew to expect interesting 19th century architecture but was pleasantly surprised by the abundant (and cheap) thrifting right in the city.
(Old Style is the PBR of Chicago.)