It was another one of those weekends in Chicago. Last week I rolled in with no plans and rolled out with stories to tell...... or maybe just to remember. I was the only one to make it back to The Lodge while Mtich and Brian got lost in action. My phone was ringing at 7am.... I had no intentions on answering it. Listening to my messages revealed that Mitch woke up in the wooded lot next door to Bravetown.... also know as the infamous Hooker Hill back in the day. I'm not quite sure how he didn't freeze to death.
The next day we regathered... put on our city shoes and attended a Native American Pow Wow at Navy Pier.