chicago, first impressions

in chicago through friday. my cabdriver told me he's been driving a cab for over fifty years. "don't jump out of the cab!" we talked about hilary and obama a bit, as my mom called to alert me she was making a big speech. after every statement the driver made, he would say, "do you follow me?" his voice was so incredibly salty. we talked about male-female dynamics. the male is always power hungry, and as men age, we get fearful, he said. that's why some men don't like hilary, in his opinion.

my room is on the 27th floor, but the view is nearly gone from the rainy fog everywhere. tomorrow the conference starts and i am feeling a little directionless, so it will be nice to listen to other folks talk.