I come out of the parking garage


In any case . . . as I got closer to the building that I was headed too for my meeting I discovered the reason behind the crazy traffic and detours. There was a fire in one of the buildings . . . not a big fire, but a fire none the less. And as everyone know a fire in Chicago requires at least:

15 fire trucks.

20 Police Cars

and 6 road closures. Oh the joy of the big city.
2 comments:
I was just thinking that you should stay in Chicago for at least 7 more years so that when Bill and I are actually in the business of making money we can come and visit you.
i am jealous. so very jealous. oh how i miss chicago! you lucky lucky lady!
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