Today, I am alive and well in Chicago.

Yesterday, the plane I've taken had a bit of trouble getting into O'Hare International Airport, and I could've ended up in Wisconsin.

I spent last night in a dive of a blues club -- the Hostel volunteer had a gig there and a few folks (and the guy's parents) came out to watch him play the mandolin.

This morning, I went out early to go out for Sunday Mass in St. Peter's Church right nearby State St.

I've left a message nearby the Hostel info desk asking for any more people going to see a few shows with me.