Bringing Chicago to Paris

Message from my friend Scott

Message from my friend Scott

Chicago feels wonderful today. The sun is out, the wind is still timid and except for turning the corner onto Oak Street, it hardly appeared as anything more than a breeze. The lake is calm and the Bears are malling the Rams. The family mass at Old St. Pat's was full of joy. An eight-year old boy did the first reading and did such a great job that people probably wanted to clap when he finished. There was a tiny baby with a smile, giggle and serious peek-a-boo skills who easily upstaged the priest, drawing the attention of everyone within a few pews and holding it throughout the service.

I'm sad to leave the city but I arrived yesterday, knowing that the reason for this trip was to catch a plane to another one, Paris.

Old. St. Patrick's

Old. St. Patrick's

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