I'd rather go to Venice.

For a moment, Chicago reminded me a little of Venice. While sitting along the Chicago River. Between the State Street and Wabash Street bridges.  Boat traffic. Full of tourists. That’s my focus. Until I glance up. At the skyscrapers. So high, it makes me dizzy. Looking up. I have no desire to take elevators or steps to the top. Where I’d find a glass platform. Allowing me to walk out. And look down. I wouldn’t do it for a million dollars. I’d rather go to Venice. Where I initially met my Italian true love.  So much more romantic than a Chicago setting. –Jim Broede