I had forgotten how much I love Chicago. I didn't realize how much I missed the smells, the sounds, the tastes, and the sights.
Going to the cemetery to pour Pepsi on my great-grandfather's grave and Coke Zero on my great-grandmother's grave probably symbolizes the bond I have with the city pretty well. I've never lived there, but it's where my family came from. I'm the only person with my name to not be born in Chicago. I feel at home there. I'm comfortable on Pulaski and confident Downtown.
Sure there were constructive purposes for going there. I visited Northwestern University. I made up my mind not to apply to Northwetsern University. I saw the Bears beat the Eagles 24-20. I rode in a truck with Wisconsin tags (they gave me peanuts; I was happy). I watched some good TV and got to skip a bit of skool. Those are all reasons enough to go.
But sometimes reason enough, well, is reason too much.