Chicago

• I spent a day of my vacation in Chicago with my sister Mary. I was born in Cook County Hospital and I spent the first twenty-eight years on my life living in the north side by Wrigley Field. We traveled by train from Wisconsin, a trian that went underground, to the city with broad shoulders. Mary and I took a boat taxie from Union Station to Navy Pier. A boat designed to hold 250 people took the two of us. We walked along Lake Michigan admiring the Chicago skyline and the sailboats. We had lunch at Forest Gumps and then visited Saint Peters Church, the church where I was baptized. We teased and tormented each other just like it was every day we grew up. Just like kids who never grew up. Mary ran a school in our backyard before we were old enough to go to school. She was the teacher and Teresa, Carl, little Jimmy and I were the students. Maybe that was when I first got the idea of being a teacher. Mary got the idea that we should takes classes and become Catholic. I know that is how being Catholic started for me. I bought my friend a pink sweatshirt at a quaint shop on the pier. Mary helped me pick it out. The friend we bought it for has helped me return to the Catholic Church. Chicago is beautiful, but I was glad to return to my home in Tucson.