Every Year, Every Christmas

Pablo's Place lost some of its sheen when Pablo drifted away from my life. However, I loved the city even before I loved Pablo. A visit is therefore in order. I pledge to once again report on the going ons of the Place minus Pablo.

Apropriately, as I write, I am listening to Luther's "Every Year, Every Christmas." The last line says "I'll return every year, every Christmas. I'll come here every Christmas."

This is the best of times and the worst of times to trek to Chicago. The city always puts its best foot forward and the holiday is no exception. Knowing that the weather can discourage some makes the city try even harder to entice visitors. And that is also why it is the worst of times. It just snowed and snowed and snowed last night, over six inches worth. It is a perfect Chirstmas card photo opp outside--the optimum word being outside. The frightful weather is gorgeous to look at sitting near my big stone fireplace. Hopefully, the weather will improve so I can get into the city this week.