Today, I went to a trade show in Chicago. I rode the train down, like many other Milwaukeeans going to that show. Shared a cab with a couple of women from a local company who were exhibiting there. The show wasn't very exciting, or very big, but I did make one cool find. I had time to kill between the show and my return trip, so I walked in the Loop a bit. Didn't have a camera, dammit. I still sat in the train station for an hour. Then there was a propane leak somewhere near the Illinois border, so we had to wait until it was contained. We sat for and hour and forty-five minutes. One regular rider said this happened a few years ago. They sat for three hours before being returned to Chicago. I was trying to come up with contingencies. Ones that involved only having enough charge left in my phone to make one call.
On saturday, we went to Wausau for a once-a-year get-together with friends. It took us two hours, forty-five minutes to get there. It took an extra hour to get back because we missed a turnoff.
That's a lot of wasted time this week.
On saturday, we went to Wausau for a once-a-year get-together with friends. It took us two hours, forty-five minutes to get there. It took an extra hour to get back because we missed a turnoff.
That's a lot of wasted time this week.