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I strolled down Michigan Avenue since I had the morning free and needed to clear my head, and channel my mind to look outside itself. Self-analysis was critical, but I was on overload and Chicago had a lot to offer. Cold, but sunny, a brisk wind blew off of the lake. Raising the collar of my trench coat and buttoning it around my neck, I strolled past the upscale stores and boutiques, window shopping and getting the kinks out of my tense muscles.
Traffic on Lakeshore Drive flowed effortlessly. Crossing at the light, I walked in Grant Park admiring the floral display of brightly colored tulips and flowering crabapple trees. Warmed by walking, I turned down my collar and loosened the first few top buttons. I stopped before the pink marble Buckingham Fountain, considered the gateway to C
