
I'm sitting in O'Hare Intl. airport right now.
Our flight home has been delayed. I checked my shopping cart program, and I have
80 orders to fill when I get home. Tomorrow will be a busy day.
I thought I'd mention a few things we did
while we were in Chicago. I've only been here twice and both times for only
a few days, but I love this city. It's got a lot of personality. Somehow it's
enormous size and population don't diminish that.

Having watched a game at Wrigley Field when I
was here earlier this year, I'm a small-time Cubs fan. I'm not that emotionally
invested, but I was hoping they would win against the Diamondbacks. Jeanene and I watched their last hurrah at
Timothy O'Toole's pub downtown. Watching a ballgame with the hometown fans in a
pub adds something to the experience. Needless to say, the locals were not happy
about the Cubs' three-and-out playoff run.

The ghostly image is our waitress who was moving
too fast to be
photographed in a low-light setting.

Jeanene and I went to the
Art
Institute museum on Thursday. I went the last time I was here and
wanted to go again. There's no way to see everything in one visit, of course.
And there is only so much beauty you can take in before you get saturated. We
saw what we could see and let go of the rest. I know this probably means I'm not
very sophisticated, but I'm always a little amused by some of the modern art.
This piece had no title that I could see. I might suggest "Red Board Leaning
Against The Wall." Or maybe someone was
installing doors and left one out by mistake.
The placard beside one painting said
that the artist, Ad Reinhardt (1913-1967), "renounced color" in 1953. I don't
know what it was about color that set him off, but if you are a painter and you
renounce color altogether, it does leave you rather limited. Maybe that's why
his painting looks like this:

The background is the wall. The picture is simply
a black canvass.
The highlight of our visit to Chicago was
seeing
Frank Lloyd Wright's home and studio in Oak Park. I've drooled over his
furniture, windows, and houses for years. Seeing the home he built for his
family and the studio he added later was a life-changing experience. I know
that sounds extreme, but I'm serious. When you are in the presence of such beauty, it
changes you. The inside of his home was so beautiful that it hurt a little to see it
and know that I had to leave.
They wouldn't allow pictures and I'm not good enough with words to describe what
it means to stand in that place. So...just...I can't say anything. I am
really irritated that the stuffy FLW museum people don't have any pictures
of the interior online. Not everyone can go to Chicago to see this. What would
it hurt to post a few pictures on the official website?
Just a few of
the Frank Lloyd Wright homes we saw in Oak Park



This one was in disrepair, which surprised me. I
would have
thought that anyone who could afford one of these homes
would be able to keep it up. Chicago is pretty picky about
their historical homes, so I don't know what's up with this one.

This is what your church would look like if Frank
Lloyd
Wright designed it. Unity Temple, Oak Park

In a move of surprising bad taste, given that this
was
at Frank Lloyd Wright's home/studio, they actually sell
Frank Lloyd Wright puppets. I was tempted to buy one, but
I've sworn off dragging worthless kitsch into the house.
And finally, on the subway to the airport
today, I noticed an advertisement for a university with a rather strange name.

Unbelievable. Take a look at the
website.
rlp