Yesterday, walking up Michigan Avenue, I saw the Allerton Hotel and was reminded of something. When I was nine my father and some of his professor buddies took me to Chicago to see a Bears game. We stayed in the Allerton and I was blown away. In the morning I got up and just sat at the window for the longest time, looking at the Sears Tower. I wrote my Dad a note on the hotel stationary: "Hey Dad�I know why the Sears Tower has lights on top�so planes don't crash into it!" Then I drew a picture of a plane flying past the building.
I thought of that yesterday when I saw the Allerton, and again tonight when I was watching the Bears game on TV.