Chicago: the first time I rolled into the city was nearly 10 years ago, in the back of a tour van, Nebraska playing quietly while my friends slept and the sun came up. Now I have even more family and friends there. We camped in their yards, slept on their floors and in their spare rooms, confused their pets, ate from their gardens, created feats of literary drama, and enjoyed their sweet company. After these trips there is much missing, but I’ll take it for the good memories.