Well I'm off to live in yet another Rustbelt city. The grand dame of them all: Chicago. While I'm sad (kind of, it's that love/hate relationship thing) to leave Ohio, I was in Chicago the other weekend and came across a marvelous place called the Ohio House Hotel, a throwback to the era of the motel heyday if there ever was one. I thought of it as a sign (no pun intended) of reassurance from the Buckeye state, casting its glow of approval to my most recent change of locale. Must be some sort of Manifest Destiny, to reach the western-most point of the red zone...
