In finishing up our few days in Chicago, you are ready to take the train back out to O’hare and fly home. A car in the city has not been necessary because public transportation is readily available. I hope you will return to Chicago many times. It is a great city.

One of my vivid memories while growing up in Evanston was riding the ‘L’ train into the city with my mother who never learned to drive. One of those memories has made its way into the new novel I am working on. Though still in a draft stage, I want to share a paragraph with you from one of the chapters.

It was seven o’clock by the time Katherine got off the train at Davis Street. She followed a mother and her little girl down the steps from the platform to the street below. It seemed so long ago now as Katherine thought of snuggling close to her own mother, head resting against her curly-lamb coat as they rode the train home from the city. Would this child who held tight to her mother with one hand and the stair railing with the other, remember this day? Years from now, all grown up, would she step off another train and miss her mother as Katherine missed hers? More than likely this little girl’s memory would slip away, not intentionally brushed aside, of course, but in order to make room for the life that stretches beyond. (Draft:Working title-Stardust)

Here are two vintage posters that are iconic Chicago scenes

Visit my Pinterest Board- Chicago Posters

Thank you for joining me on this weeks tour of a great city. I’m headed to Charleston next, but need to get home, do the laundry, get back to Stardust before I plan our trip to a place I love, whose gardens have influenced my own design choices, and where we can walk to our heart’s content.