Visiting The Windy City

I did something I have never done before....rode the Megabus!  The double decker took me to Chicago via Indianapolis in the same amount of time it takes to drive it.  Much to my surprise the trip was delightful: comfortable seats, clean upholstery, quiet passengers and a driver who did not narrate along the way.  On the other hand, what is there to tell about as you drive through the flat farms of northern Indiana. 

Everyone was reading but me.  I can't read and ride even if the road is flat and straight.  It's something I regret when I'm the passenger on a lengthy trip. I stare out the window while sucking on a salty pretzel.  The dry pretzel keeps my stomach from churning. It's a trick I learned years ago.  When Dad put straw in the back of his '49 Ford with an army blanket covering it, he would give us kids a handfull of pretzels about the time he figured we were getting motion sick.  When I got older, I realized he got his clue when we began pecking on the back window of the truck motioning that we were going to throw up.  He would pull over, rip open the bag and fill our hands with pretzels. A pretzel never tasted so good. 

I had a delightful visit with Jason and Erin.  He took me to the four spots where his shows are hanging.  There were a lot more pieces than I expected.  We celebrated Erin's birthday by having dinner at a new pizza shop within walking distance of their condo.  It had only been open two days which accounted for the fact that the big stone Italian oven was more than the chef could handle.  The crust was burnt to a crisp!  We ate it anyway :-)  Who wants to complain when the poor guy was, no doubt, doing his best.