Midwestern Interludes

In a coffee shop in Chicago, I eavesdropped on these ladies. On the left, she told her story of the failed youth, and on the right, the woman was opinionated strongly that things had always been messed up. If only I could have taped the conversation, it would be hours of fun now.

Public train Chicago

Headed deeper into the Midwest, I'm jumping ahead a bit to show you my new license plate.

Hanging out with my nieces in the car.

Downtown Iowa City had a sand sculpture day so we wandered down.

Everyone on the porch of my mom's house. It feels like North Dakota and that is a good thing. Only my sister Carrie (in Portland for now) is missing.