Taking up the entire second floor of 180 N. Michigan, the American Writers Museum is sandwiched between floors of corporate offices, like a flower pressed inside of a book.
From a 23-year-old perspective, the Carnival Dream can easily be described as a mini floating Vegas.
One of our Lyft drivers put it best when he said, “We don’t care if you’re black, white, or green. Gay, straight, or in between. We just want you to have a good time.”