It's been many years since Behrs and Goldsmiths visited Wilts in Chi-town. Paul and I stopped there a few years ago on our way to the fam golf in Wisconsin. But no Behrs.
When Wilts first moved to Chicago, of course we had to go for a house-warming, to deliver the most beautiful crappy" orb le fleur". That's French for - real rose in round glass water-filled container that was so ancient the rose was rotted. Purty, real purty. We found it on a back shelf when we moved into our first home in Creston -the Broms weren't real thorough when they moved out.
And we were there when the guys shingled that house. We also did some sightseeing when we were in the metropolis, visiting the Museum of Natural History. Another time we took the chillens to the Aquarium.
One time (it may have been on one of the same trips, but the adult night out) we had all piled into Fred's Dad's full sized van and cracked a cold one in downtown Chicago. While driving to our selected location, some knucklehead merged into our vehicle in dense traffic, making it necessary for us to go to the police station (and stash good beer hastily back into the cooler). We parked under the L, and saw the seamy underside of the city. That may have been the night we dined at Ditka's - giant pork chops.
We ate at Dick's Last Resort on one visit, down on the pier. Barbequed ribs on butcher block paper. Afterwards we strolled along Navy Pier and saw some dickwad try to impress the chicks by pulling his giant cigarette boat away from the pier, but forgot to untie the boat first. Duh. Too many brewskis. The POlice needed to talk to him.
We're at least 10 years older this trip - but hey, we don't have youngsters to deal with, so that cuts at least 10 years off our true age, right?
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