See that? That’s an alligator less than 50 yards from our gracious hosts’ beautiful house. He, or she, explains the low poodle population.
433am is far to bloody early in the morning for civillized travel. We’re going, by taxi, to the CTA blue line to O’hare airport. Shannon has a friend in Tampa that is graciously putting us up for the weekend.
For your enjoyment, here is a picture of our feet before Shannon kicked me, “being mean.”