Streets of Chicago

Picture the Chicago City streets bustlin’ with people…All walks of life, all colors, all ages. All burning with the desire to make it, somehow, someway. For a second I have to go away to a quiet place. Walking those concrete streets, in black boots and dark fitting jeans. Hat on my head, eyes forward with intention. I am tough, because Chicago ran through my veins. On the train, I would come up with these ideas just floating in my head. No one paying me any attention. But when I go to my quiet place…I make up stupid blogs like this…