demolishing the old building at 200 N. Michigan <\/a>for the last three months or more and is planning to build a new residential high-rise in its place. There is currently a big pit behind fences.<\/p>\nI was not alone for long. Looking for some place to sit, a gentleman about my age sat down, and I said hello politely. He was dressed considerably more casually and was very friendly. Somehow, a conversation began, which is not unusual for me because I am a gregarious sort, and so was he. I soon learned he was visiting Chicago as a tourist, had just recently flown in from Los Angeles, was originally form the United Kingdom, but was now living in Australia. His son was traveling with him and was somewhere nearby.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re planning to drive Route 66,\u201d he told me. I soon learned they were getting a rental car here in Chicago for a one-way trip back to Los Angeles. I had always thought of the Route 66 adventure as a uniquely American obsession, but I was about to learn otherwise.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s been on my bucket list,\u201d he said, \u201cand now I\u2019ll be able to cross it off.\u201d<\/p>\n
In contrast, I noted that I had not been to Australia, although I had been on a three-week visiting fellowship to New Zealand in 2008 with the Centre for Advanced Engineering in New Zealand at the University of Canterbury in Christchurch. He asked if I had seen the earthquake, and I said that regrettably, I had not been back. But I also noted happily that I had toured much of New Zealand at the time as part of the fellowship, that I had loved it, and that I woke up every morning having to remind myself that \u201cI was actually getting paid to do this.\u201d Then I noted that the generous Kiwis had often bestowed on me, after each presentation, a bottle of locally grown wine.<\/p>\n
\u201cSome of the best wine anywhere,\u201d he said joyfully.<\/p>\n
Then he told me that they planned to visit the Arch while in St. Louis, though he initially referred to it as \u201cthe Arches,\u201d perhaps confusing it with those golden ones at McDonald\u2019s, and I noted for him that there is only one, but that you can take an elevator to the top to see St. Louis from a height of about 600 feet, as I recalled. He seemed to relish the forthcoming opportunity, as did his son, who by then had joined us. Both looked slightly scruffy, but only in the manner of tourists who are enjoying a great adventure.<\/p>\n
I said that someday, perhaps, taking a boat all the way from the top of the Mississippi River to the Gulf might be on my bucket list. \u201cIs it navigable that far?\u201d he asked. I assured him that river traffic moves as far north as the Twin Cities, and that by the time the river reaches New Orleans, it is typically about two miles wide.<\/p>\n
He contemplated that thought for a minute in silence, a smile growing on his face. They don\u2019t grow such rivers in the UK, and most of Australia is too dry to generate such a volume of water.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe mighty Mississippi,\u201d he finally said.<\/p>\n
Unfortunately, I only had about ten minutes for a break before needing to join a conference call, so I excused myself and left the man and his son to their enjoyment of the urban pleasures of Chicago. They were clearly relaxed and set for their great adventure, a chance to scratch something off their bucket list. I did not learn how long they planned to stay in Chicago or when they were starting their trip down Route 66. But right about now, the two may be crossing the bridge into St. Louis from Illinois, and the old man, with his first up-close and personal encounter with Mark Twain\u2019s highway, may be saying to himself once again, \u201cThe mighty Mississippi.\u201d<\/p>\n
He should have seen it when it was flooding.<\/p>\n
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