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.