I headed for the Sears Tower. There were almost no queues, but still it took me a long time to get to the top. There was a forced viewing of some promotional video, and then they tried to take a photo of me to superimpose on some cheesy view. This happens in all sorts of places, and I can never really believe that anyone would actually buy the photos. I waved the photographer aside and strode through to the lift.
It was an overcast, dull day and Chicago looked huge. There were not many people on the viewing platform. I got into a conversation with someone, who asked me whether I knew what a particular building was. I didn’t, and presumed he was not from around here. He turned out to be a DJ from Texas and we talked about music for a while. He asked me if I was from around here, which surprised me a lot. I thought my English accent was a dead giveaway.
The DJ gave me his card, and I wandered on. The clouds seemed to be breaking up a bit, but I didn’t have too much time before my flight on to Tucson, so I headed back down the tower. I got back on the metro, and as we clanked out towards O’Hare, the Sun suddenly broke out, and by the time I got to the airport the skies were completely clear.