I applied. I honestly thought that I would qualify for even just the first round. I didn't.
Oh, the things I could have done, have been, have written about... but here I am, and there Chicago is, and we aren't together.
So, instead, I have decided to spend this month - not DAILY, mind you, it would get boring, but a substantial part of this month - embarking on a series of posts about the museums I have been in over my life, and what they have meant to me. Some of them will be dedicated to science, some to architecture and the past, some to pure art - a heady potpourri of human dream, endeavour, and achievement.