A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken. ~James Dent
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
Chicago
We spent Saturday wandering about Chicago. Particularly strange was the large globe-like thing that was in the park, or as Abi called it, a giant red blood cell. Rather bizarre looking.
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