Past returns are no guarantee of future success, but investors always chase returns. Smokers ignore the Surgeon General’s warnings on cigarette packs. Neuro-scientist Paul Glimcher of New York University found that cells deep in the brain calculate a sort of moving average of past events, giving the greatest weight to the most recent outcomes. What have you done for me lately is really true.
So, I am hoping you have forgotten some of my old tales and are living only in the moment. When I said I donated all proceeds of my prior book to a local scholarship fund, perhaps that made you forget the quality of the read.
Likewise, I should live in the moment and not harken back to the Hard Road adventures of travels for lawyer meetings. I have always believed that travel of all types made you more savvy, if not just smarter. I grew up normal as the child of a modest post-WW II marriage with all the Baby Boomers attributes of hard work and education as the goals. I followed that and also had the benefit of being an only child whose parents believed in taking me along for travel as education. Mind you, it was in the back seat of the family Chevy driving all over the southeast, but stopping to visit all local attractions. While of modest means, these trips broadened the horizons and spiked interest in both travel and history. I feel lucky for the exposure.
Headed to Chicago, one of the great American working cities, I am booked in at someone else’s expense at the near lakefront Trump International on Wabash for the second year in a row. The latest sky puncher is designed to be truly a bit more international than any of the local non-chain motels of my early travels.
For reasons known only to them, in the past they upgraded me to a corner suite that is bigger than my first home on Minden Avenue. The swanky room is environmentally green with all types of lights that require an engineering background to turn on and off. The big HD screen has real-looking fish swimming when I open the door. Lordy, I find an I-Phone charger hooked into my personal music system, a metal machine to heat up my towels, an espresso machine in lieu of the usual coffee device, electronic shades and curtains, Bushnell binoculars to view the city, and a very useless exercise yoga mat and weights.
A personal (well sort of) letter from The Donald, his wife’s jewelry catalog, and a book on Feng Shui (look that up) was on the table, along with Trump chocolate truffles. I had to get out my Geezer Glasses to operate the shower, but I felt all international. Breakfast at the Japanese-influenced “Sixteen” restaurant had fabulous views of the lake and city but the computer program told each and every person on the staff who I was and they all addressed me by my last name. I noted that their upcoming Brunch was going for $125.00 plus and knew I was living large again.
I do a quick bite at the original Pizza Uno from 1943 for the famous Chicago-style deep dish pizza. Their earliest franchising started on the next block over with “Pizza Due”. Some marketing type stopped the numbering and they did the franchise thing all over America as Pizza Uno.
My visits to this enjoyable and very ethnic city usually involve studies of extreme weather gear in the frozen canyons between buildings. Surprisingly my March trip last year brought record-breaking warmth and ladies in sun dresses and sandals downtown Chicago in March. What if Al Gore was right? Even worse, what if it turns out he did invent the internet? But wait, this year it was normal Chicago and the typical January (actually worst in twenty years), so all is well.