On a cool and bright Spring morning, Wednesday, April 9th 2014, I walked to, and from, Union Station and the Ritz-Carlton for a business breakfast. About three weeks since my trip to the Middle East, and I was feeling out of sorts, exhausted, a protracted malaise. That was the word that often drifted in my mind, and there it was in graffiti. The trip was very productive, very hectic, and I did quite a lot in the weeks leading up to it. It takes me only a couple of days to recover from an overseas trip, but this one slowed me down for a few weeks.
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| McCormick Bridgehouse and Chicago River Museum |
That dilapidated entrance was at the end of the Michigan Avenue bridge over the Chicago River, looking west to the waters below.
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