Dale Bowman
I napped last Wednesday at my favorite view on the Chicago lakefront from the south side of Montrose Harbor.
I figured I had better get it in before pay-meter parking began Thursday.
The sun broke through briefly, enough to heat the car.
For years, besides fishing with my favorite view of downtown, I stopped at Montrose to eat lunch or nap. In younger days, more nefarious things ensued late at night.
I love the spot. Not to get too biblical, but it restores my soul.
As I savored the downtown skyline, Maria Rizzo circled the new meter, trying to figure out whether she needed to pay. I told her it did not start until the next day, then asked if it would affect her.