Saturday, July 21, 2012
I arrived Thursday morning at Chicago's Midway Airport after having gotten up at an Early hour in Baltimore. It was most strange for me to be dropped off at the airport for a solo trip. It's usually the other way around.
My morning arrival at Midway seemed to give me plenty of time to get my bags to the hotel and me on my way to the baseball game. I was very happy to be told by the extremely helpful CTA people at the MDW subway station about the three day pass for only $14. After a short ride and a longer than I liked walk from the Public Library,
(is that not one of the most hideous buildings you have ever seen?) I arrived at my hotel, the Travel Lodge Chicago.
At $100 a night in mid-town, it qualifies as a cut rate hotel. No fridge, no microwave, one double bed in about a 10x12 room plus small bath with a view of the alley. And a window AC. But I am only sleeping there. The surprise was that I got a room at 11:00 AM. Check in is supposed to be at 3:00. Lucky me.
I entered Wrigley Field into Google Maps on my phone and it directed me to the nearest Red Line, much closer than the library and I wasn't dragging luggage. When I got on the train, It was not full, but comfortable. But as we drew closer to Wrigley it grew more and more packed until we were all very familiar with one another ... and it was a hot humid day.
The classic ballpark at 1060 W Addison. This is where God and Abner Doubleday intended baseball to be played.
The score board has no Jumbotron and doesn't even show the inning by inning of this game nor the line score. It's as if they expect you to be keeping score on a score card yourself ... and many around me were. I have done that and it is an enjoyable way oto be a part of the game.
Ernie Banks used to refer to the "Friendly confines of Wrigley Field." And he was right. My seat felt like I was right on the field. It was great.
But I am not one of those people who travels well. I stayed long enough for the Seventh Inning Stretch and the traditional singing of Take Me Out to the Ballgame, this time led by Gary Sinise, and I headed back to my hotel. I did not feel like being in that crushed train car.
I cleaned up and I found a supermarket on the Red Line where I picked up some fruit, oatmeal, and some powdered milk. Must continue to eat healthy, right? I went out to supper at a place about 10 minutes away by train where I had a wonderful asian noodle soup.
After supper, I walked back through Grant Park. The sky was lowering as if a storm was coming in and the Sears (Willis) Tower had her head in the clouds.
So the day was cooling off. I passed the arrival of the truck carrying my reason for being here in Chicago: Rock 'n' Roll Marathon Series!!!
My real mission was to find the eastern terminus of the Mother Road, Route 66. I will be running the Williams Route 66 Marathon in Tulsa OK come November and just for fun I looked up the terminus of Route 66. The site I went to said there was a sign at the intersection of Lake Shore Drive and Jackson Blvd.
I don't see no sign there, do you?
Tired and a little disappointed I headed back toward the hotel. Then I came upon a bandstand in the park.
And a band in the bandstand.
And a wooden floor and lots of people dancing.
And I danced, too, for about 40 minutes. I had been tired, but I danced until about 9:00.
But I had a run planned for Friday morning and I was tired from a long day. And so to bed.