Return to Windy City

I went to Chicago (again). I presented a paper that people liked a lot. I got to hang out with my brothers.

Some highlights:

Chicago's skyline.

The Palmer House Hotel, with its ornate lobby and famous peacock door.

Behind that door were thousands of political scientists, many of whom were practically indistinguishable from peacocks.

Robbie and I played "Points for Pipes and Tweed." He won.

Heaven on Seven, a Cajun restaurant with many hot sauces, none of which I tried.

The crabcakes and gumbo were excellent, though.

Marshall Fields (sigh, Macy's) State Street Store--a cathedral of consumerism and home of an FAO Schwarz store with (very expensive) man-eating dinosaurs.

It was right next to the dinosaurs that I got to sing along (in harmony) to "Everybody Plays the Fool" in the bathroom with another handwasher.

Apparently Chicagoans like to sing in public places, since I also got to sing "You're So Vain" with other CVS shoppers.

This may partially make up for missing a much-anticipated entire night dedidcated to soft rock hits.

The Museum of Contemporary Art, with its lofty exhibit on Buckminster Fuller of "Bucky Ball" fame.