My personal visions are 20/20-- and I've been waiting all year to make that pun.
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.
I can't say that I truly believe in ghosts or demons, but I do believe in the people trying to find explanations for the unexplainable mysteries of life.
Just a little bit of international rebellion for this week.
Suprise! I moved.
These are my must-stop shops when I go downtown for the day.
Saint Patrick's Day gives me an excuse to celebrate my favorite culture without anyone else blinking an eye.
From a 23-year-old perspective, the Carnival Dream can easily be described as a mini floating Vegas.