ok, my old youthful condo.  a few shots that i came across recently of our short, short stint in chicago.  we never even got around to furnishing much of the place.  it had great potential, but we couldn’t wait to get back to the east coast.
i’ll never forget that conversation with jay.  we were cut off on ashland avenue by a little red camaro.  “oh my g-d, if i see one more f-ing camaro!” – said the demure and always appropriate designer.  “wait, you don’t like it here either?” – said relieved husband.  we listed the condo and started job hunting closer to the atlantic.