16We touched down in Chicago in the late afternoon, and the weather was no better. It was colder and with stronger winds, but at least no impending blizzard. The wind, which locals in the Windy City call “the Hawk,” blows strongest on Lake Michigan, and our apartment was only four blocks from the lakeshore. But when I got home, I told Zelta to bundle up because I was taking her out to dinner.
There was a Czech place just a block from our house that served Eastern European home cooking, with plenty of starch and gravy, just the thing for warming you against the winter weather. The prices were pretty good, and no matter how overstuffed you got, you had to save room for pastries with homemade chocolate sauce. I knew she couldn’t resist it, and I figured I needed help to sweeten things up at
