I'm Dreaming of I Was Given a White Easter

I'm back from Chicago, but it's late and I'm tired. I'll hit the highlights of the trip tomorrow, but one quick observation: I'm pretty sure this was my first white Easter ever (there's a pretty good chance that I'm right, seeing as how I've been in Texas since third grade). Needless to say, it wasn't a good day for a swim...



My next two posts will be a chronicle of the trip and a review of Saturday night's amazing Chris Potter concert.