On Wednesday afternoon, I boarded an Amtrak train at Union Station in Worcester, MA and rode it the whole way to Union Station in Chicago, IL. The journey took twenty-two hours. I spent the first six to eight of those writing, after which point I spent a lot of time looking out the window, trying to sleep, and fending off the attempts at random, disjointed conversation by the harmless, yet very insistent aged gentleman in the seat next to me. I wonder if a) he was reading over my shoulder at any point, and b) if what he saw scandalized him.
I'm here in Chicago visiting Clare (ida_pea), who is one of my oldest friends, and who I get to see one day every couple of years if I'm very lucky (en route to Kalamazoo ICMS). I arrived yesterday morning at 9:30 AM. Most of yesterday was spent decompressing, but today we ran around Wicker Park and had lunch with shefa and bkwyrm. I got the new tattoo that I was meant to have got about two weeks ago (but which got postponed due to the ear infection and all of the medications I was on), plus nosed around a used bookstore and several very nice consignment shops.
This evening, Clare and I went with her husband to see Moonrise Kingdom. Mr. Clare wasn't so terribly enthusiastic, but she and I were quite charmed. I couldn't tell you why, but it made me think of The Adventures of Pete & Pete; maybe it's that sense of overblown importance that imaginative adolescents impart to just about everything.
I'm here till Sunday night, so if there's anyone around Chicago who wants to say hello...
Seer of ghosts & weaver of stories
(You are very much not forgotten)
- Travelogue: Worcester to Chicago