So if a Chicago winter is like being punched in the face, then a Chicago summer is like being pinched in the ass. Just last night as I waited for the train, shivering in my winter hat and scarf, Chicago was definitely punching me in the face. This Memorial Day, weather forecasters are predicting some definite ass-pinching weather–with highs in the mid 90’s. So Chicago, does that mean you’re only going to spoon with me for two days? Two days? You didn’t even buy me dinner. I hope you’ll be gentle with me this summer. And give me flowers. Lots and lots of flowers.
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I stumbled on your blog…glad I did.
I am suffering writing block…you evidently do not worry about that.
I enjoyed the post…and will check others out
Thanks for your comment! 🙂 I think I did have a writing block for a long while recently……called “moving.” Hoo-boy! But I’m hoping to be writing on here more often again.
I was there with Steve Carrico one year around St. Patrick’s day and it snowed when we arrived. The next day, it wad in the mid 80s and the Chicago river was green. The snow banks were causing fogging and light flooding. Chicago is bi-polar like that.