Sunday morning was our last day in downtown Chicago.  We decided to go back to Yolk since was so delicious the first time.  It was full with a 15 minutes wait.  No problem.

I forgot to mention the man we had to pass each morning on our way to the restaurant.  He was an older guy, but it was really to determine his age.  Surprisingly, he was very well spoken and seemed somewhat intelligent.  He was dancing around and talking to folks as they passed.  On Saturday, we were the lady Juliet and her Romeo.  On the way back past him, we were m’lady and kind sir.  All of this was in an exaggerated English accent.  On Sunday, he addressed us as that beautiful couple.  I don’t remember the greeting he had as we left.

We were seated at the bar area where we could watch the action.  There was one guy on our side of the grill window.  He was organizing trays for the servers to pick up and take out.  Another guy on the grill side was taking the orders out of the machine and assigning them to a cook.  All of this was done in a loud shout over his shoulder without turning around.  Pretty impressive.  Of course, they were yelling and I could barely hear them over the noise of the place.  Everyone was talking over each other.  My ears were never so glad to leave.

We decided we had time to get the earlier train home.  So we packed our bags, paid the bill, and went out to catch a cab.  We walked up to the cab stand in the Hilton.  A cabby was just dropping a fare.  I’m afraid I broke etiquette and asked him to take us.  The doorman agreed to let him.  We had to pay the doorman he share of the booty to help put the bags into the trunk.  We were whisked down State St to Madison and dropped in front of the train station in a matter of minutes.  Then the cabby got his fare and his share of the tip.

We went in, purchased our tickets, and wandered out to the tracks to find the train.  Luckily, it was boarding already.  We found a car that was relatively empty and stowed our bags.  I got settled in with my magazines and Rick worked on his Sudoku.  The conductor came in and grilled the ladies behind us on the amount of luggage they had and where it had be placed.  They had managed to stuff it in behind the seats.  There were four of them with three bags a piece for an overnight adventure downtown.

I volunteered Rich to help them put some of the bags in the overhead as the conductor asked.  They really could reach up there by themselves.  They thanked Rich and praised him for being nice.  I still don’t think that made him think any better of me for volunteering him.  I’d want help though.

Rick was just pulling into the station when we arrived.  We went down the ramp and loaded into the car for the ride home.  Sascha was there and so glad to see us.  We each got a hug, but I think Rich is the one she missed the most.  She followed him around and promptly arranged herself across his feet when he sat down to his desk.  She definitely has a soft spot for Rich.

I miss walk around and getting to things, but I love my gardens, my dog, and the great outdoors.  I say this after spending an hour or so on the patio brushing the blowout from Sascha’s coat.  There is Husky hair everywhere now.  We took Sascha for a walk.  She only went after the rabbit and didn’t bother with the squirrels too much.

It’s good to be home and we have stories to tell everyone.