A day or so after Thanksgiving I noticed that Mary decided to make an appearance in the dried water droplets on the faucet of our Chicago rental. You may speculate as to why she chose this location, but I’m certain it was to ensure that my whites were as pearly as the gates.

Seems that we never tire of a trip to Chicago in the summer. We popped into the Swissotel to take in the views and enjoy our kind of town. We have to recommend the rooms ending in 04. We had a corner room with a panoramic view from the Wrigley Building to Navy Pier. (Read on …)

Leslie’s been back at work since July 1, so have I for the most part. We have drastically different ideas about a full work day though. For her it’s the late afternoon colicystectomy. I don’t even know what that is, but apparently there’s a lot of fun for everyone but the patient. The patient loses part of their something-er-other. I checked with Google, it only returned 20 pages. Maybe Leslie made up the word to sound cool ’cause all she’s really doing are colorectal resections. I guess we all take hyperbolic liberties to make our work sound exciting from time to time. (Read on …)

Our latest trip to Chicago found us below street level in a restaurant called The Melting Pot.