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Chilled Out
Many Januaries ago, I landed at Midway Airport around 12:00 am after my flight had been delayed several hours due to a winter storm. It was pretty cold, and windy, (which I expected,) but the snow was surprisingly gloppy (which I … Continue reading
A Purpose-Driven Night (Part One)
Cold and Broke Several months before my 31st birthday, I felt glum for two primary reasons. I wasn’t worried about getting older; though for the first time in my life, I worried about getting colder. I had spent many of … Continue reading
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Tagged Burt Lancaster, Chicago, Memoir, The Red Lion, Unforgiven, Windy City Chill
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