I’m sitting in front of the television of a small, apartment-style hotel in Chicago. The space looks like something out of a House & Home magazine circa 1998, with heavy floral drapes and a particle-board dresser made to look like mahogany. It isn’t the fanciest place I’ve been put up in for a work-related trip, but I’m pleased it’s clean at least. I do love this city, and its Midwestern charm.
