Chicago

Chicago. The third largest city in the US. A mere 400 miles from my home base in Minneapolis. A city I love. A city I should get to more often considering the relative ease. Last year I was able to spend time in The City of Wind twice. One time with my adult partner in crime. Once with my youngest daughter (and eternal sidekick).

Atlanta Then and Now

March 21, 2014.  I’m sipping on a beer as we go from truck to truck and cart to cart on a Friday around noon. We’re set to have lunch at the Atlanta Food Truck Park. It’s early spring, but the weather is quite nice compared to home. We finally decide on our first bite and head for that truck. The guy sticks his head out of the window and asks “are you day drinking?” I glanced down at my beer and then back to him, shrugging my shoulders I say “well, I’m on vacation.” He asks incredulously “and you chose Atlanta?”

 

This was one of the first real trips Shellie and I took. How we chose Atlanta is a little convoluted, but basically we had a week to travel. We decided to go to New Orleans, then we wisely thought maybe we didn’t need an entire week in New Orleans. So, where else could we go? Flights between MSY and ATL were cheap, so it was settled. Three and a half days in each.

The Town of Spectre

What could possibly get me out of bed at four in the morning. To fly from Minneapolis, on what was sure to be a gorgeous spring day (but only after a few more hours of sleep), to Atlanta where it was sure to be hot, if not hot and humid. And then rent a car and drive almost 200 miles to Alabama? Love.

In 2003 the Tim Burton movie, Big Fish, starring Ewan McGregor came out. There are a few scenes in the movie set in the fictional Town of Spectre. It’s an idyllic little town found only by going through the scary woods filled with spiders. The town is so perfect that there isn’t even a need for shoes, and so people entering the main street from the woods take off their shoes and throw them over a wire.