There’s a saying in journalism: If your mother tells you she loves you, check it out. “Stranded in Brussels with no way back to Chicago”
Just a day after we’d fallen off the wagon, Skype gave us a big hug.
“#Nophone day five: “There, there. We still love you.””
Here’s a case where a ticket contract and the reality of an experience find themselves on a head-on collision of sorts. And I’m kinda in the middle.
Heather Ormsbee and her family of four recently took Amtrak’s California Zephyr from Salt Lake City to Chicago. But when they boarded the train, they were shocked at the conditions.
“Black mold in my Amtrak cabin — how about a refund?”
Clare Koebert was looking forward to seeing the sights in Chicago last summer. She’d rented a car with her husband and made the 12-hour drive from the Philadelphia suburbs.
Instead, she got an unwanted lesson in Chicago’s infamous bureaucracy — and, she says, in its unfair judicial system.
While she was in town, her car was towed. The city says she parked in a handicapped spot. She and her husband insist they didn’t.
“Case dismissed: They towed my car and now they’re threatening me”
I’m in Chicago to speak at the Travel Blog Exchange today. But yesterday I had the privilege of meeting up with Lisa Lubin, the Emmy-award winning producer, travel blogger and Windy City resident, who showed me two remarkable attractions that I had somehow missed on my last trip to the area.
Both are located in Millennium Park, which is probably explains why I skipped them. When I lived in Chicago back in the 90s, this area was a busy network of railroad tracks.
“Reflections of the Windy City”