Its been almost exactly a year and a half since I last posted something. This time is because Pinku won't rest until I pick this up again, which is not saying much as I never did have it going. I've promised her I'll make a more sincere effort at putting down my ramblings. We've been in Naperville close to three weeks now and have finally begun to feel settled in. I don't have to think anymore about which exit to take to go out, and I don't feel for non-existent switches on walking into dark rooms. This is not to say we have nothing left to do, I haven't got my fishing license yet, which is going to soon become an ice-fishing license, then there's an oil change before I put the motorcycle into hibernation, etc. etc..

Its been a lovely day and having vowed to enjoy at least part of it we sauntered down the Riverwalk earlier this evening. People were out en masse, having had the same idea. There were cute dogs, cuter kids, and their owners/parents all over the place. There were even three anglers near the second bridge to the west, and I had no idea you could fish there. In fact one of them caught a small bass, I think, around 6" long, while we stood there. The other two were using pieces of hot dogs as bait, although the chunks did seem too big for whatever fish may have been in that little stream. The sight has rejuvenated my angling spirit, I have to get my Illinois license this week.

On Saturday we visited Devon Ave, the oft talked about Desitown of Chicago, and there was no denying what gave it its reputation. From the betel stains on the sidewalk to the wrappers in the gutter, the people walking around inside and outside the stores, the stores that sold everything from lipstick to suitcases in a 400 sq. ft space, it could have been any street in India. Even the displays were arranged the way you would see them back home. What the difference was, I couldn't say, but it looked familiar.

That's enough rambling for today. I have a list of things to look into.