On Day 2 I went to the ritzy Oak Park neighborhood which is well west of downtown and requires an interesting "El" train ride from the loop through several "not so great" neighorhoods until you meet the rich folks.
In Oak Park I saw Frank Lloyd Wright's home and studio and Ernest Hemingway's birthplace home. The FLW house I found interesting. He had his children's bedrooms underneath a barn style roof with a dividing wall that didn't reach the ceiling. Apparently the boys and girls used pillowcases to throw and catch their cat and other things over this wall. Also interesting was FLW's passport, which lied about his height by at least 2 1/2 inches and listed his physical features (such as a "sloping" forehead) in what I assume to be the "race-science"-influenced manner of the times.
I am apparently the only person who is interested in the Hemingway stuff; I was on a tour of one for the home and then when I walked several blocks to the museum in his
honor i was the only visitor. Still, my tour guide, Connie, enthusiastically gave me a tour as if I was a group of 17 excited Japanese tourists.
I found a very good bookstore with nice prices and selection and purchased a book by Paul Auster about typewriters.
That evening we watched a terrible movie called "Uncle Saddam" that couldn't decide whether it wanted to be funny or insightful. Terrible production values and the box lied about its style and approach to the subject. I hate it when that happens.
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