I can trace this all back to Chicago: my home, my first love, and the place I feel most at ease. I remember field trips to the museums and parks and planetariums, and the bus rides filled with wonder and amazement at the morning skyline seen from Lake Shore Drive. The business, the car horns, the smells all still excite me. For me there is nothing like urban Chicago.
I can still find pockets of this feeling in some places in Rochester. Every now and then an errant smell will send me back to those days. I may see a sculpture and be reminded of those at the DuSable Museum, or spot a brand name unique to my days in the City of Lights.








Hm,
I think my dad was born in Rochester. I used to visit there when I was younger.
Hm,
I think my dad was born in Rochester. I used to visit there when I was younger.
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