Tuesday, March 17, 2009


Chicago winters are long. And so, when the temperature hits 70 degrees in March, all bets are off. Plans are thrown to the wind. Even the ones that aren't so small. And architecture takes a back seat to the weather. A light breeze touched the night. People spoke, slowly. The stars were never brighter.

We'll get back to Union Station. Tomorrow. But tonight, its all about the London Guarantee.

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