Running on 2 hours sleep I stumble into the windy city. Disoriented, the impressive man-made structures that literally scrape the clouds from the very sky guide my way as I shuffle into depths of the “L�.
Night fall casts its black coat over the city, Whilst hundreds of neon bulbs illuminate Randolph Street.
I find myself in the front row of a blues bar’s live performance. Rico McFarland laconically tears the house down As my jet lag slowly kicks in And what’s left of my 16 hours in destination Chicago rapidly ticks away.
Destination Chicago by Suite20Seven
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