Last time, I chronicled my eastward trek from Omaha to Milwaukee. I didn’t film much in Milwaukee because, well, I was pretty emotional. In this next chapter of my journey, I elaborate on my Milwaukee angst. After 24 hours in Milwaukee, I hit the road at night and drove south toward Chicago.
I’d had no intentions of visiting Chicago on this trip. I knew I’d be driving through it, but I also knew it would be late at night and…well, what am I gonna do in Chicago at 10pm?
But as I saw the Chicago skyline forming before me, I felt this strong compunction to stop. How could I so flippantly pass up CHI-TOWN? Thank goodness I didn’t; my world was rocked by two incredible dudes that night. They later became the inspiration for a message I delivered at camp this summer.
Yeah. Love Chicago.
If you’ve missed any of my previous EH chapters, check out this here list:
And now, I present Chicago…after dark:
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