I recall telling Ed in April I felt like we had a real Chicago day. Amazing it took that long to happen, but April was when I started feeling like Chicago was my city. Ed’s Mom and sister came to visit us for Easter instead of us making the trek to Ohio. It was my first major holiday spent in the city.
Our actual Chicago day coincided with Record Store Day. We went to three or four stores looking for the records we wanted — one each. Mine turned out to be the difficult one. I ended up waiting over an hour in line, unsure if they’d even have it, then rushed downtown to meet some folks. Ed thought I was crazy for waiting so long, but when I opened up the album in the bar and couldn’t have been more pleased.
The rest of the day consisted of testing out our new albums and having a late lunch and a Guinness in one of our favorite bars in the city.