Chicago

This past week Tess and I traveled to Chicago to attend the wedding of Bill, one of my oldest friends, and his partner Ashley.

To the left, a man wearing a suit and white pastoral stole stands near a mic. To the right, a woman in a white dress, and a man in a tuxedo walk into the frame. Everyone is smiling.
Bill and Ashley walked each other in. My dad officiated.

They’ve been a couple for a long time. I’m thrilled that they’ve decided to take this step together, and grateful to have been invited to witness it. Bill also asked my dad to perform the ceremony, and I think he did an excellent job.

A large station sign, framed with a simple wood frame, hanging on the railing around a station platform stairway. It declares the station's name, Quincy, and points to exits to the left and right.
Wood plank platforms, Copperplate lettering, and wingding-style hands to direct you where you need to go.

After the wedding day, we spent several days in Chicago sightseeing and visiting with friends and family. We went record shopping at Reckless, walked down Navy Pier and Michigan Avenue, rode the L (including a stop a the delightfully old timey Quincy Station), took selfies at the Bean, and caught Hokusai’s Great Wave Off Kanagawa at the Art Institute of Chicago on a limited exhibition. We had breakfast at Tary, and stopped in for pints at The Kerryman, a pub owned by one of Tess’ distant Irish cousins.

Tess, on the left, stands outside a large pub on a stree corner. The pub has outdoor seating.
The Kerryman is a great Irish bar in River North, owned and operated by one of Tess’ distant Irish cousins.