I had a dream on the couch this afternoon. In it, Mayor Daley had spent a bajillion dollars on these copper tube ladders filled with emerald-colored water that connected the skyscrapers and shot down to the river and the lake. They looked kind of like a series of Art Deco water slides. You could slide right out of the Loop during rush hour and find yourself at North Avenue Beach. I was thinking this was good, as I suddenly found myself at the top of the Hancock and urgently needed to get home. Donovan's well-being and and any future love, employment, etc. I ever hoped to have depended on it. But it was freaking COLD up there...even the emerald-colored water and it wasn't just a slide -- you really had to immerse yourself in the water and swim hard and I was doing that thing of standing on the edge, afraid to take the plunge but freezing in the wind and knowing I would adjust if I just dove in head first. Then these annoying old biddies came up to me and started asking me a 1000 questions about stores on Mich. Ave. and I HATE shopping so I just dove in and was getting whipped around in the tubes and I realized I'd forgotten to take a deep breath. But then I saw how magnificent the tube and the city looked through that deep green water and I saw that the whole construction had been designed so that you could climb back up the copper rungs and suddenly I was breathing underwater.
Wish you were there. My description doesn't do it justice.
Oh, and Happy New Year!
(Image borrowed from http://www.davidbollt.com/)