When Donors Come to Visit

A few weeks ago, I returned to Chicago — the city of my birth and where I spent my first half-century (optimistic, aren’t I?) — for a family wedding. I also had the fun of being a tourist since I was accompanied by two friends who were visiting the Windy City for the first time. So no more avoiding the places written up in the tour guides and mumbling under my breath about the people who stopped on the sidewalk, oblivious to hurried commuters, to take a photo of the tall buildings — I became one of them for a few days.