A moment of quiet on the University of Chicago quad.
There is little that is more wonderful than fall on a college campus, especially when you no longer need to worry about grades, tuition, or a hangover.
I am going back to school, this time around for aught more than to learn for the joy of learning.
As I chewed my way through an Angus Burger at Rockit in Chicago this evening, a truism occurred to me:
You can really tell a great patty from the merely good when you serve it well-done. A decent patty will offer good texture and the flavor of the grill. A great patty will give you both along with great flavor from the meat itself, even when on the edge of being over cooked.
Alexander Skarsgård is a low-down dirty dog to spit in Keith Urban’s face like that in front of millions of viewers. And Urban is a class act for not standing up and laying old Alex flat out on the red carpetwith a haymaker.
Downtown Chicago and Lake Michigan share the horizon in this picture taken from the 10th floor of the University of Chicago Medicine Center for Care and Discovery.
The facility is a breathtaking testament to all that is good in America’s health care system, and a poignant reminder that in our effort to ensure care for all, we must take care not to toss out the baby with the bath water.
My buddy James gave me a thought-provoking tour. I’ve visited a host of medical centers, and what is remarkable about UChicago is that it offers all of the advantages of a massive healthcare city like Texas, Mass Gen, or UCLA, but none of the disadvantages that come with hugeness.
I dread the prospect of finding myself hospitalized, but I think I would be less concerned if I was in a place like this.
Especially on a beautiful Autumn day.
Intersectionality is bunk. Quote me. Widely.
A light breakfast at the bagel joint so I will have just enough energy for touring the hospital at University of Chicago.