Sweet Home Chicago

Over the 4th of July weekend, we returned to our old hometown, Chicago. I was born in the Chicago area and Sandra lived there for a number of years, so both of us have roots in the city along Lake Michigan. The first few days were scattered throughout the city and 'burbs. We met with Sandra's friends, Carol and Dorothy, and several of my friends, Zim, JC, and Belle. I also had a chance to meet old clients and friends, Paul and Mike.

The first few days were busy, while the last two days of the visit were more low-key as I spent time with my family. I even managed to talk my Mom into being photographed.


My Mom

The plant next to her has a history. Beginning as a part of a floral arrangement for the funeral of my Mom's longtime partner Pete, the hardy survivor has steadily grown over the span of six years to the point where it's now taller than my Mom. In many ways, it's a living memory.

It's good to make the memories, to make the time. My brother and his wife joined me, Sandra, and my Mom for a dinner at Flossmoor Station, a nice brewpub in the south suburbs.


Jamie, Steve, Sandra, and Mom

Yep, sometimes you have to stretch, make the time, and enjoy it. My Mom's cat definitely knows how to do that.


Gizmo