I done got back from Chicago at 6 pm on Saturday. Long car trips squashed in to a much too small period of time are categorized in that strange region next to, boot camp, reggae road trips, drunken trips to Myrtle Beach and well-intentioned trips to Mexico and other areas of South Carolina: humorously recountable but, when rationally viewed, hard to justify.

But, when such advenutres are analyzed from the spiritual portion of your brain, they are unquestionable.

In the previous entry I mentioned I was on my way to Wrigley Field. I went. Recounting that will take some thought.