July 13, 2003
When I pack my things and load up, finally move back to Chicago will you join me? I don't know whether as friends or lovers or something else, but will you come along? I'll get a black peacoat in time for the snow and we'll find a neighborhood bar to call our own. We'll work to turn this system over, make passionate stabs at it. We'll share the Sunday Tribune over coffee and bagels, we'll argue at museums, we'll tease each other at shows, and make each other laugh and cry. We'll grow into something different and better together there.