Have adventures

I took my daughter to the west side of Chicago—Garfield Park to be specific. I had been told many times that it was a bad neighborhood, but that wasn’t the case.

We went to the Conservatory, which is over 100 years old. They had lots of fun things for kids to do, so we did them and had fun.

If there is an adventure better than spending time with a child, I’m not sure I’ve found it yet.

So I spent a long weekend north of 60 in Canada. I found a stop sign that seemed not to have a purpose. I got caught in a heavy rain—in a supposedly arid climate—miles from any paved road. I saw a flicker of the northern lights. I ate musk ox and caribou. In the same stew. I’m calling that an adventure.