My kind of town

Had a great time in Chicago, staying with an old friend and his family. I got to stay in a real home, was fed in style, and entertained for the whole weekend.
Didn't get off to a great start, as I had put his old address in my address book. I felt a sense of accomplishment when I managed to make my way from the bus station to his apartment unaided, which was shattered when the security guy said no one of that name lived there. The rest of the weekend went much better, probably because I wasn't in charge. All too soon it was back on the Greyhound.