No Spring (yet) this year. Last week’s photo showed CVH in her parka on Michigan Avenue, and today it was 28°C (82°F) in Chicago. They don’t turn on our air conditioning for another week, so the cat is hot:
Each Spring, Chicago plants billions (well, at least a million) tulips along Michigan Avenue. Each Spring, Chicago raises the bridges downtown to let sailboats that have been in storage all winter out into the lake. Each Spring, Chicago finally warms up after a long, cold winter.
This morning we went downtown to watch the bridge lift and see the tulips and enjoy the weather.
We saw the tulips, but for some reason, they did not raise the bridges, and as you can tell from the coat, it’s not warm either.
There are hundreds of laundromats (“washaterias” CVH calls them) in Chicago. I can see where it is difficult for laundromat owners to come up with a distinctive name for their business. Some don’t try very hard at all, like “Coin Laundry”.
Some try a little harder, but “Spin Cycle” isn’t exactly original or poetic, either.
I take my items that don’t go in the coin machine to a neighborhood cleaners, Smile Cleaners. It’s a nice, positive name.
Fun Wash, is positive too, but might be pushing it a bit far. Ditto for Wash & Relax.
The one that never fails to tickle me is Fluffy Laundry. I just love that name.
My second place goes to Happy Bubble.
There’s a LaundryLand in our neighborhood. Not the most imaginative name, but they have a really great sign.
A nice, sunny day in Chicago. Wind chill was -20°C. But it was sunny. So we decided to stroll down Michigan Avenue.
One of the major problems in going anywhere in Chicago in the winter is deciding how to dress. You can either dress for inside, and freeze when you’re outside, or dress for outside and roast when you are inside. So you must determine if your trip is going to be an outside one or inside one. Or resign yourself to significant discomfort. We chose to dress for outside and limit our time indoors.
We stopped in at The Drake, a Chicago landmark for 100 years. They have a nice gift shop; there were lots of rabbits (not real ones, of course).
We visited Hildt Galleries there at The Drake. They had rabbits, too, although they were not in our price range.
Since we were getting warm in our coats, we went back outside to walk around. Soon we were at the old Water Tower/Pumping Station. My grandmother always pointed out the Water Tower to me when I was a tot, remarking that it was one of the few structures to survive the Great Fire of 1871. The Pumping Station still pumps water for the city (Chicago sucks a billion gallons of water out of the lake every day).
Sixty years later, I finally got to go inside. Not much to see; the functioning parts aren’t open for public view. But finally I can say I was there, and check off another required-for-Chicagoans task item.
Nearby was the Lush store, always worth stopping in for a sniff.
We walked past the line of people waiting in the cold to get into the big (35,000 square feet) Starbucks. There is always a line outside.
I can’t imagine what is there that is worth freezing for, and I guess I will never find out.
Further on down was Garrett’s Popcorn. CVH informed me that this is a Chicago tradition. People were waiting outside for it, too, mostly tourists, I guess. We waited a little while ourselves (remember we were dressed for outside), and bought some Pecan Caramel Crisp.
I was leery about paying that much for popcorn, but after I tasted it I will allow that it is very good.
We ended our trip at the Wrigley Building, a favorite spot for wedding party photographs, and today was no exception. The men had on tuxes, which provided some protection from the cold, I suppose, but the women in their gowns must have been freezing. I can only imagine that the excitement of her big day was the only thing keeping the bride in her backless gown from succumbing to hypothermia.
Even though we don’t drive, we went to the Chicago Auto Show, billed as the largest in the nation.
There were a lot of very shiny vehicles there.
I was hoping to see real-life examples of electric car technology, but Toyota seemed to be the only company giving any significant attention to electric cars. The overwhelming emphasis at the show was on gasoline powered trucks. Of course, American manufacturers don’t make regular cars anymore, having ceded that market to overseas. But even Nissan was focussed on their trucks, and didn’t have an single Altima or Maxima there.
On the other hand, if you wanted to drive a truck over a crazy steep hill, this was the place to be.
This was very popular. Perhaps because there are no hills in Chicago.
There were a number of sports cars that you could sit in, but of course you could not turn on the engine. I sat in a Dodge Hellcat.
It’s not that impressive as a parked car. I looked in the car’s performance statistics using the dashboard computer and saw that it had never gone faster than ninety miles an hour. What a waste.
The ads said that there would be classic cars from local car clubs on display, but alas, there were no club booths. Ford did bring an electrified F-100, which I thought was cool.
The most spectacular display, though, was not an automobile at all, but Subaru’s National Park display. Beautiful aerial images of western parks (Denali, Arches, Yosemite) displayed on a wraparound screen and an imaging floor. It even snowed on you! (Not exactly enchanting for Chicagoans.)
The nicest car to sit in was this Lincoln.
I’m not kidding. You could sit in this vehicle for a week. It made everything else at the show feel like a city bus.
If you knew me in college, when I lived in the land of ice and snow, you would have heard me complain about the weather. And how I was cold all the time.
And you would have heard me say (many, many times) that, when I graduated, I was going to move to a place where it didn’t snow and I would never, ever, ever come back north.
And I did so, living in Houston for many years, and enjoying Houston weather.
Yet here I am, living more or less happily in Chicago. How could this be? There are some reasons.
The northern winters are not as bad here as they used to be. Taken together, the string of winters ’77, ’78, and ’79 were the coldest and snowiest string this part of the country had seen in decades. Thanks to global warming, that record will likely stand for the next two or three hundred thousand years.
Winter wear is now available in tall sizes. When I was in college, this was not so. One certainly could not get boots in size 15; they just weren’t made. I trudged through the snow in Converse All-Stars: canvas basketball shoes with a thin rubber sole.
I don’t wear glasses outside anymore. So they aren’t fogged up all the time.
For now at least, it’s perfectly all right to wear a mask. A mask on your face can make it feel ten to fifteen degrees warmer. Of course, that doesn’t work if you wear glasses.
I’m retired. If it’s too damn cold or snowy, I just don’t go out.
My wife didn’t like hot weather anymore and wanted to move north.