Hooked On a Feeling

Posted on June 17, 2009


Let me start by saying, I live in San Francisco and it's true what they say about leaving your heart here.  What "they" never tell you is you just might also leave a piece of it in Chicago should you choose to visit in the summertime.  I spent the past weekend in the windy city (named for the hot air blowing from politicians, rather than the weather) and there's something intoxicating about the energy exuding from the streets, the beaches, the tourists and the residents. 

A friend of mine will tell you it's because, much like those subjected to frigid winter climates in Boston or upstate NY, Chicagoans pay their dues in the winter and have a lot to celebrate when spring finally comes to visit.  This reminds me of growing up in Colorado, a state where any sign of sun spawns short-wearing locals even in the dead of winter (and yes, it is sunny there 300 days a year).  By contrast, here in San Francisco, you just don't get that overwhelming joy at the sign of a day full of sunshine.  That's not to say we don't take advantage of our good fortune, but as summer tourists and Mark Twain will tell you, "the coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco."

So, if there was one feeling I could bottle to open at the end of a miserable day… or at the beginning of every day, it would be the feeling of summer in Chicago and I'd be hooked.



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