A summary of my first day in Chicago, in flashes, imagery, ellipses, and utterances:
Seen in the stowaway overhead bin of my first flight: lots of safety equipment, fire extinguishers and the like, and, tucked away beside these life-saving devices – a Bible. I wondered as I was passing it why it was there. I never got an answer. Last rites? A real life-saving device?
10 degrees cooler than Texas. This is why Texans should always travel in the summer. Anywhere is nearly cooler than a Texas summer.
Drove into downtown Chicago. I didn’t keep track of the time, but it took forever. Bumper to bumper for miles on end. We finally got to the exit for Wrigley Field and saw a massive line. My guess was a Cubs game. My guess was right.
We found fairly cheap parking and started walking. This is our path. (I’m not sure how long these links stay alive. Gmap-Pedometer is an awesome site by the way. Plot your walks or rides, see how many miles you’ve covered, even how many calories you’ve burned. I’m using it more and more these days.) Our path is a rough estimation. We ran into more than a few dead-ends, but Google’s Maps are a little out of date, and there is a lot of construction going on in Chicago.
Ate at Bice, which I’m not even sure how to pronounce. Great Italian food. We were under dressed, but we didn’t care. I had the Ravioli Verdi, a.k.a. the Green Ravioli. Finished with Chocolate Gelato. Delicious, especially after the long walk.
Car trip back to the hotel, away from Chicago, was much faster. Then I had work to do, so I had to connect to the Internet in the hotel room via an ethernet cable. (That’s where you actually have to use wires – why are some places so backwards?) It wasn’t working, so I delved into some of my settings and realized I had disabled my network port a few months ago when I was trying to fix a connection problem. I enabled it and – voila – I’m online.
I realized, as I was looking at the map of Chicago, that it looked extremely familiar to me, even though I’ve never been to the city. Turns out I’d been in the city quite a lot; I’ve even driven through the city more times than I can count, albeit many years ago, when I was still a teenager, sitting in front of my computer, playing Midtown Madness on my PC. Would I want to navigate the real city without a map? Heck no. I’m glad I didn’t have to drive today.
Finally, what caught me most off guard, even though I’ve been to NYC a few times, was the sheer number of people in downtown Chicago, both in their cars and on the streets. They were everywhere. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. I was surprised the other day when I saw one guy on a bike by the Wolf Ranch development in Georgetown. There were thousands of people in the streets, all busily going somewhere. Constant movement. A swirl, no, a typhoon of humanity coalescing, funneling, racing, existing separately but making something whole – a thriving city.
And that brings us to the reason I’m in Chicago: the Willow Creek Arts Conference. Maybe I’ll learn a few things about what it means to touch that mass of humanity through the language of the popular arts, to make that busy, bustling person plant their feet in the ground and realize there’s even more to life than the multiple and myriad opportunities of a metropolis like Chicago, and that there’s something higher than a skyscraper.