I’m back in Chicago today for the first time since you’ve been gone. It’s weird without you here. You were the first I would race to see after landing at O’Hare, the one I would take new friends to meet. I know you had to move on but it doesn’t make it any easier. I miss your creativity, your genius, your warmth.
And most of all, I miss your delicious hot dogs. A belated farewell, Hot Doug’s. You were my Chicago.