#180 – Tuesday, March 17th
Perimeter Gallery. Chicago in March. A smattering during February and one July. In the eleven times since nineteen eighty-nine, it’s been mostly March, and regardless of cold, snow, or the iconic windy days, I love it. For a few of the early ones Chicago was home, and while now I’m an ardent desert dweller, it’s great to be back. Yes, as a weather dilettante, but being in Chicago with March roaring about, it feels like the warm embrace of a good friend . . . now if I could just find my gloves.
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