All is forgiven when pizza is delivered

I can understand Jamie's frustration. Some folks have a need to be somewhere at some particular time. It happens to me, too occasionally. Not a priority for me on this trip.

But we've smoothed things out. Yes, I should have reported in and signed the check list on the cooler. I ate the last of the cold cuts and cheese that Kristi packed for us a couple of days ago. Jamie is hungry and he's whining. So I walked down the block, had a beer and met a few fellow tourists (this is not at all a local's neighborhood), and brought a big-ass pizza back to the room.

Problem solved. We're still pals. But I'll still have to deal with the fumes tomorrow morning.

Goodbye Cleveland. Hello Chicago.

(posted some time early in the morning on some day of the week)