Despite the light rain and dense fog yesterday, on my way home I came upon a tour group riding big ol’ Schwinns. The group was already gathered off the path to the side, but I passed one straggler who was pedaling slowly and gazing all around with a huge smile on his face. He served as a lovely reminder of how lucky I am to live in Chicago and use the Lakefront Trail. People go on vacation and that is an activity they choose – renting bikes and riding along the trail. I get to do it twice a day, every day. In the mornings I try to remember to look left at the sunrise and right at the skyline. Because one day this era of my life will be only a memory.
P.S. Betty Foy is doing well and says “hi.”