I have visited Chicago three times, and each hold magical memories for me. As a child my family and I stayed in a loft apartment while my sister was getting a modeling portfolio together and we experienced the awesome and amazing “Taste of Chicago” – an event I am determined to go to again. The other times were in my late teens. I rekindled friendships, fell in young love twice, got drunk for my first time in a jazz bar downtown, watched the sunrise, and generally felt that the world was open to me and that I was older and more alive than I had ever been. Sigh.
But what do you think?