A Day in Chicago

 What to Do?

We now had another day in a new city:  A big city, with a thousand things to do.  There was Miracle Mile. The El, the Art Institute (which houses many impressionist paintings (my favorite), among then Seurat’s A Sunday on La Grande Jatte, and Picasso's Blue Guitarist.  I have seen both before, but there was a special impressionist exhibit. Then, there was Lake Michigan, the Bears were in town, and oh so much more.  But, we also found out that the Cubs were playing at home – at Wrigley Fields.  We are not Cubs Fans.  We call ourselves baseball fans.  But, really, we are Red Sox fans, through and through.  I don’t know a single Cubs player – except for former Red Sox players!  But, the allure of watching a game at one of the venerable, old, great stadiums of baseball, left us with no other choice.  Off to Wrigleyville we went.

It was impressive.  Wrigley is a fine park.  Very lovely in its presentation, green grass, nice infrastructure.  Just a great ball park, with great views.  A fans park.  It was also family friendly and it was home to the sort of loyal fans that the Red Sox have always had.  There were fans everywhere with Cubs logos – shirts, shorts, tank tops, hats, dresses – almost everything.  And these were worn by fans of all ages from 2 (maybe even younger) to 70 (and even older!)

One of the winning attributes was the music.  Great ballpark music before the game and during the game.  They do have a live organist playing on a real organ.  He has started well over 2000 games in his stay at Wrigley. He was great.  I can’t say if he was better than the Red Sox’ John Kiley, but it was great to listen to him.
 
And Wrigley has to win hands down on the food.  We ate at Sheffield’s, One Stan Burger and one Bison Burger.  They were great.  And the volunteer that spent time to talk to all customers was a plus, as well.

The Cubs lost to the Brewers.  They are both vying for last place in the NL Central.  But, it was a good game and a great day.

We finished the day off with a trip to Michigan Avenue.  We needed to see the beginning and the end of Route 66.  History dictates that they are not co-existent.  They are a block apart.  But, we found the beginning and the end of Rout 66.
 

We had a coffee and a tea at the Corner Bakery on the corner of Michigan Avenue and Jackson Blvd. And we watched Chicago go by through the window before we had to leave.

Great Day!  Now on to the next stop!  BTW, the Bears won their game!