The Accidental Tourist

It would’ve been very easy for my anniversary gift to my wife to end up in fatal failure. I bought her a plane ticket for a very short trip to Chicago (I was already there for a business trip). And then, as if I had spent weeks planning the perfect evening…the night turned somewhat magical.

The short version goes like this…sunset drinks on the 96th floor of the Hancock Tower. We followed that with a walk through downtown Chicago. That was followed by a superb fresh seafood dinner near Chicago’s Magnificent Mile. We closed the public part of the evening with a few hours bellied up to a piano at the Redhead piano bar. It couldn’t have been much better.

I should stop trying to plan things. It seems like life goes much better when I fly by the seat of my pants.