I recently returned from a short trip to Chicago Illinois. This was an exciting trip for me for a wide variety of reasons. Most notably, I was looking at a couple of colleges that seem to offer the types of programs I'm looking for after high school. Another important aspect of the trip was that I was finally visiting the mythic city so lauded in commercials by the crime fighting canine Scruff McGruff. Am I the only kid who remembers those commericals?
Send it to Scruff McGruff, Chicago Illinois 60652
Heck, I knew Chicago's zip code before I knew my own. Besides the obvious thrill of visiting a city I've dreamt about since childhood (a city gilded in gold filigree and watched over by the wise and friendly Scruff McGruff), my trip to Chicago was remarkable, for the most part, because of the temperature. As some of you may or may not know, this year has been extremely unusual in terms of temperature and precipitation. And by that I mean, it's so cold, I begin to envy orphaned children in South America simply because of their warm climate. It was very windy while we were in Chicago, but not nearly has bad as the Nor'easter that was playing havoc with my native New England.
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i enojoyed reading this :)
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