{"id":555,"date":"2016-12-20T13:36:00","date_gmt":"2016-12-20T13:36:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/2016\/12\/20\/the-curious-incident-of-the-dog-in-the-night-time"},"modified":"2021-09-24T03:58:08","modified_gmt":"2021-09-24T10:58:08","slug":"the-curious-incident-of-the-dog-in-the-night-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=555","title":{"rendered":"The Curious incident of the Dog in the Night-time"},"content":{"rendered":"
I’ve been searching for the Christmas spirit in earnest this season, which is a 180 degree shift for me.<\/div>\n
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The quest for falling snow and single digit temperatures take me to the Windy City<\/a> last weekend.<\/div>\n
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Here I find joy in the smile of the Pakistani man that brings me the best Mediterranean food I’ve ever had. The smile on my face from the\u00a0baba ghanouj won’t leave.<\/div>\n
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I walk in the dark under the comfort of great skyscrapers that rise up into the night. Random lights sparkle, Christmas trees faintly glow down onto the icy river. I catch a snowflake on my tongue.<\/a><\/div>\n
The theatre district is glowing in a twinkling frenzy. I find the Oriental theatre<\/a> and hand the nice lady my ticket.<\/div>\n
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The play is everything I hoped it would be, and takes me back to the day the girl gave me the book to read.<\/div>\n
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A happy memory.<\/a>\u00a0I leave and walk under the elevated train, watching the snow drifts get pulverized and cascade down onto the street walkers below.<\/span><\/div>\n
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I come to a bridge that crosses the Chicago river. I remember the scene from my favorite Holiday movie, ‘It’s a wonderful life’, where George is contemplating suicide on a bridge by jumping into the icy water below.<\/span><\/div>\n
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He leaps, but is saved. I feel the same, saved that is, and revel in my White Christmas.<\/span><\/div>\n\n\n
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