Quincy Comes Through

My cousin Quincy came through in the clutch. A night in Chicago, all alone, with nothing to do is not my idea of a good time.

After an hour trying to get a hold of him, Quincy showed up at my hotel. We walked a couple blocks to a bar in the basement of a champagne bar. The drink menu was fitting (after my train wreck). The bathroom was beautiful, with two awesome mirrors.

After a quick drink we took the redline from Grand to Fullerton (4 stops). Somewhere in the middle of the ride, the subway becomes an elevated train. Very strange. It reminded me of when Slartibartfast shows Arthur the "factory floor" in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

A short walk brought us to Quincy and Rebecca's apartment. It is a beautiful little space. The three of us spent the night talking and laughing and telling stories.

I feel so blessed that a near-death experience allowed me to meet Rebecca. To spend the night with family, a new friend, and man's best friend (Harper, their dog) is exactly what I needed just then.

Quincy and Rebecca and Harper, love always and forever, from me to you.