Daily Epiphany: October 26

This is going to be a long post, I just know it. That's what happens when I finally do something relevant . . . at least in my field, anyways.

Yesterday I decided to take a trip down to the Chicago History Museum. I am writing this paper for my Urban American class, and wanted to use CHM's archives. I had never been there, so it was about time . . .

I also had this coupon for Cosi and wanted to use it for lunch, so i Google-mapped "Cosi, Chicago, IL" to see where the closest one would be. There was one right near the Belmont station where I was going to transfer! Unfortunately I couldn't find it. Weird. But that was alright, I knew where there was another one on the way. I would just hop on the 22 Clark bus like planned and get off at the next Cosi.

The bus never came. Sooo, I decided to walk. In all I think I walked 2.5 miles (Belmont to North Ave. along Clark). I was a nice walk--I got to look in all the shops, and see the little kids having their pre-Halloween celebrations in Lincoln Park. I even encountered a Farmers Market. I almost bought a pumpkin, but then I thought it would be kind of weird to coat-check a pumpkin at the museum.

I arrived at my Cosi, all in one piece, but very wind-blown and rosy-cheeked. The coupon I had was for $2 off any purchase. Even with the discount, Cosi is kind of expensive, so I went for the cheapest sandwich. Lucky for me, it's my favorite, the TBM(Tomato, Basil and Motzerella)! It is soo good.

From there I walked a few more blocks down Clark and made it to the Museum. I paid for a year-membership so I could come back again, and proceeded to the sacred third floor. Research was good. I found some good sources, and tightened my thesis a bit, so I was pleased with the experience. I felt very historian-esque.

For the journey home I decided to take the 22 clark bus. Now this is usually the kiss of death, but I was tired and didn't want to deal with transfering. On the way I listened to the Pirates of the Caribbean soundtrack on my new ipod. It seemed very applicable as the bus swerved and braked in Clark Street traffic. Oddly enough, I made it home in like 1/2 hour! I'm sure that's a world record.