I forgot to add...
I said I was richer in memories but not in words. I meant to add that I had given up on writing a novel. Oops, I had no time or inclination to make stuff up when so much was happening in the real world. I guess I could have turned all that into a novel but I couldn't find the plot. Or the time. Or the inclination to sit in front of my computer.
I did read a wonderful novel while I was in Chi-town: Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt, recommended and lent to me by my mom. I'd write a real review, but I'm tired and you've probably read it already anyway. In sum, I give it two thumbs up. A wonderful memoir of a very hungry boy in a very scary Ireland. I don't think I'll be drinking any Guinness for a while. Or eating boiled pig's head.
