November 8, 2009

Ferris Bueller was on to something, man. Sometimes I wish I could just clock out of reality and spend the day wandering around a big, brand new city with my good friends and a cherry red Porsche. They were in Chicago. The first time I ever saw the Sears Tower I was five years old. That was the year I met my mother’s mother for the very first time. My grandmother’s boyfriend, Tom gave me a baseball. It was heavy and hard to throw. I preferred my Barbies. The second time I saw the Sears Tower, I was 13. I saw it from the backseat of an old Ford Escort whilst sitting next to a twenty two year old man who was supposed to become my half brother. My mom never married the Chicago man. They broke up because she bought him a pair of silk underwear with lip decals on them. She also once called him by the wrong name. We were by the water in downtown Chicago that day. I remember watching a ferry drift left while my mom ran right. I remember standing very, very still. That summer I took a road-trip through the Midwest. I saw Mount Rushmore, the Badlands, The Crazy Horse Memorial, and the St. Louis Arch. That summer I also saw The Sears Tower. I would like to go back to Chicago alone, or perhaps with two good friends and a cherry red Porsche. This time I would like to see The Sears Tower without worrying about meeting strange, new men. This time, I think I would like to just see the Sears Tower.