
Our hotel had been the center of action for the 1968 Democratic convention, exactly 47 years ago.

We drove the 500KM back, stopping at a plaza in Western Ohio, and eating dinner at Jakes.
We woke up to bright sunshine, ate in the hotel, and then took an architecture cruise on the Chicago River
In provided a great view of many great buildings:
Lunch was at the Russian Tea Room.
I spoke Russian with our server, and she said I did well. (Thanks, Daniil!)
Our tickets from the rainout are good for the makeup, on Aug 24, so we decided to buy tickets for Tuesday’s game there at the box office. We took the Red Line to Addison, walked over to the friendly confines, and found a box office. AX worked, and tickets we entered the icon. A stop for tee-shirts, and we found our way to section 35, row 7: six rows from the field (some of the action was in row 6 in our section.)
The newly won Stanley Cup was brought onto the field and lifted. (These were supposed hockey players, but i doubt it: no fights broke out!)
The folks around us Enjoyed the game, if you know what I mean, and I think you do.
The man seated next to me is from Avon Ohio- right next to Avon Lake: file under small world).
We returned on the Red Line and had Irish whiskey in Kitty O’Shea’s (hotel pub) to celebrate Bloomsday.
N.B.: What is Bloomsday? Read Ulysses, by James Joyce. Test on Monday.
All in all, not a bad day…
We got up, with plans to see the Indians-Cubs game that evening.
We ate breakfast, and walked down S. Michigan to the Art Institute, where we enjoyed many exhibits, and ate lunch at Terzo Piano, which was good.
We waited out rain, and walked back to our hotel.
Sat in the bar, and cheered when the game was called.
The local pro ice hockey team won the NHL title, which seemed to please the provincials.
Dinner was at 720 South (in house)