Saturday, July 13, 2013

Be a Tourist in Your Own Hometown

Fort Wayne has this program called "Be a Tourist in Your Own Hometown" where once a year all the tourist attractions are open for free on a Sunday afternoon.  The point of it is to expose people to all the fun stuff that they can do throughout the year and is based on a recognition that most people don't do tourist-y things except when they have family or friends in from out of town.  Maybe other places do this, too.  It's a good idea.

And its theory was proven true by all the places I went this week with my 16-year-old cousin Josie when she was visiting from Omaha.  We saw so many things that I had to make a list (in order of appearance) so as not to forget anything:

The Magnificent Mile and Watertower Place
Chicago Crime Tour
Willis Tower (formerly Sears Tower, which is what everybody still calls it)
Navy Pier
Shedd Aquarium
Museum of Science and Industry
Lincoln Park Zoo

We also did drive-bys of Millenium Park and the Buckingham Fountain, and went to the beach.  Twice.  Plus we drove through some of the North Shore suburbs on our way back from IKEA and the movies.

So, let us begin on Sunday when we took the bus to Michigan Avenue and explored the Watertower Place Macy's.  Although not the flagship Marshall Field's (which is on State, south of the river), it's a pretty nice store and much bigger than department stores Josie and I are used to.  For instance, they have an entire mezzanine level devoted to handbags.  Josie found a really adorable dress and then we had to hightail it across the street to meet the bus for our tour of Chicago's criminal history.  It was a pretty long tour.

Our guide was Will, a twenty-something kid with big glasses, boyish charm and a lot of energy.  He began with a history of Streeterville, which is the area where the Magnificent Mile is located.

Streeterville dates to the 1880's, when a would-be gun runner with a fondness for drink named George Streeter ran aground on a sandbar near Michigan Avenue.  He decided he would found his own community regardless of the actual ownership of the area and the fact that it was within the city limits of Chicago.  His story shows what you can do when you have no scruples or respect for anyone's authority but your own.  Plus his timing was excellent, as Chicago was still rebuilding following the 1871 fire.  Streeter charged builders to dump their construction debris and excess dirt onto "his" property.  There was a lot of such debris, and as the land filled in, he started selling it to people on which to build shanties.  This is what you call a win-win.  For Streeter, that is - not so much for the guy who actually owned the property whose lawyers and court documents were no match for the well-armed Streeter. Of course, as more families settled in Streeterville, thinking that they were legally purchasing land for their homes, there were a lot more people with guns to help run off anyone who tried to push them out.  Streeter was eventually convicted of murder but just served a few months and was pardoned by the governor - because that's how we roll in Chicago.

Of course Will gave us the full John Dillinger tour, including a stop at the Biograph Theater where Dillinger met his end with the Lady in Red.  She was actually wearing orange, Will said, but Lady in Orange doesn't sound very impressive.  I agree.  We drove by a speakeasy and the vacant lot that used to be a warehouse where the St. Valentine's Day Massacre occurred.  We stopped at a church which had to replace its steps because they had been so damaged by gunfire during Prohibition.

But Chicago's criminal history didn't end in the 1930's.  We drove by the Rock 'n Roll McDonald's where in the early 1990's you could buy crack at the drive-through.  Will said that the code had been to ask for a "Large Coke, no ice."  When asked what would happen if someone actually wanted a large Coke, no ice, the answer was:  "right - that's how they got caught."  The police had a remarkably easy time arresting these guys, who clearly were not criminal masterminds.

Near the McDonald's is a Walgreens that was a major source of cyanide-laced Tylenol in 1982.  Several people died and the murderer was never found.  Will said that some people suspect that the Unabomber might have done it, as his parents lived in the area.  (The Unabomber denies the allegation.)

We drove downtown to see the Metropolitan Correctional Center, one of the few federal prisons located in an urban center.  We counted windows to find the 17th floor, from which two guys escaped (using bed sheets and clothes) last winter.  Both were recaptured in a few days, and according to Will they have been assigned to window washing duty since it's hard to find prisoners willing to be on the outside a building that is a couple of hundred feet high.

Speaking of tall buildings, Josie and I also went up to the skydeck in Willis Tower Sunday afternoon.  The humidity had turned into more haze than we'd realized, but it was still a pretty good view.  The view straight down, however, was the most impressive.


See the little white rectangle by Josie's black shoe?  That is a bus, 103 stories down.

Monday we went to Navy Pier, which was something of a disappointment.  It would have been better had the humidity not been 150%, but the fact is that there's just not a lot to see there, once you've bought a t-shirt and a coffee mug.

But the good part of the Navy Pier trip was that Josie had been told that you should take a boat there.  I hadn't heard of that, so I'm glad she mentioned it, because it was fun and slightly cheaper than a cab.  You leave from the north side of the Chicago River at the Michigan Avenue bridge.

Tuesday it was still very hot and humid so we went to the Shedd Aquarium.  There are two ways to see the Shedd, the cheap way and the very expensive way.  We did it the cheap way - we took the Red Line to the Roosevelt CTA station, then caught the bus that drops you off nearly at the front door, and bought general admission tickets which only cost $5 apiece since I am a Chicago resident (otherwise they're $8 - still very reasonable.)  The Shedd is really a great aquarium, and even without the extra exhibits that would have cost us about $20-25 per person more, we spent a great couple of hours there.  Josie has an excellent camera so she got some good pictures through the glass.  I don't, and I didn't, so you can just look at their website for some good shots, especially of the Amazon Rising exhibit, which describes what happens every year when the Amazon rises about thirty feet (nearly three stories).  (Hint:  stuff gets really, really wet.  And muddy.)

It was so hot that we decided the beach was definitely in order, so we made the first of our two visits to Kathy Osterman Beach by my apartment.  It was a fairly short visit, because it started to rain, so we got cleaned up and headed out to the 'burbs for errands, dinner and a movie.

Josie's dad, my cousin Marty, had gone to the Museum of Science and Industry years ago when our grandmother took him and his brothers to Chicago.  He told Josie not to miss it, so we didn't.  Marty was right, of course, and I actually bought a membership because I'll be back.  Plus members get free parking which is worth $20.  I lived in Fort Wayne long enough, apparently, to pick up a minor case of parking entitlement mentality.  I'm working through it, but if I have a chance to get free parking I'll almost always say yes.

The main exhibit we saw was the U-505 German submarine which was captured by the American Navy during WWII.


We took a tour of the innards, which are pretty close quarters for 59 men.  Our tour guide, Anson, was very dramatic which was fun.  Submarines don't have room for things like laundry and water for washing (and the normal temperature in the sub was 90 to 110 degrees), and they don't have enough space for everyone to have his own bunk.  The enlisted sailors would sleep in shifts, and at the end of their three months at sea, they would simply burn the bedding.  The tour did a good job of having lights and sounds at opportune times to add to the realism, but I am very grateful that they did not attempt to recreate the odor of a sub.

The U-505 was captured in 1944 by the U.S.S. Guadalcanal under the command of Chicagoan Captain Daniel Gallery.  The reason to capture the sub, rather than sink it, was because it contained a treasure trove of military codes and secrets.  Of course, if the Germans learned of the capture, they'd change the codes so it was vital to prevent knowledge of the capture from leaking out.

The fact that it was captured at all was something of a fluke.  The Guadalcanal had been looking for a sub for a couple of weeks but had found nothing.  Just as the ship was leaving the area to refuel, they pinged a sub.  Then, both of the U-505's officers were injured by the Guadalcanal's attack, and the engineer was in another part of the sub and didn't know the officers had been incapacitated, so the standard order to blow up the U-boat was not issued.  Anson dramatically explained that they only found thirteen of the expected fourteen explosives - but since the museum built a building around the sub, I'm guessing that no one is very concerned about that anymore.

This picture shows a couple of bunks, but this is a control room that had been sealed by the Germans during the attack.  The Americans were afraid that it could be booby-trapped or flooded but as luck would have it, neither was the case.


Although towing a damaged submarine was no small feat in itself, the major intelligence challenge was the German crew, all of whom but one survived the attack.  The Geneva Convention requires a country to report the capture of another country's service members, but that was not done here.  The Germans were sent to a POW camp in Louisiana where they tried, unsuccessfully until the war ended to contact the military or family in Germany.  Later in 1944, the German Navy had informed the seamen's families that they must have been lost at sea because there was no word at all from the U-505.  Someone on the tour asked Anson whether any of the wives - who thought themselves widows - remarried prior to the return of their husbands.  Anson said that this had always been the lore, but recently some historian had actually checked the records and found that no, no such marriages occurred.  There you go again, facts ruining a good story.

The fact that Captain Gallery was from Chicago is significant to the preservation of the U-505.  After the war, the Navy planned to use the sub for demolition practice.  Captain Gallery knew that the Museum would love to have it and the Navy was fine with that, but there was the minor matter of getting the sub from its east coast port to Chicago.  The Navy's deal was an "as-is, where-is" arrangement and the people in Chicago had to raise the $2 million (in the 1950's!) to move it through the St. Lawrence Seaway and the Great Lakes.  Then they had to roll the thing across Lake Shore Drive to the Museum.  For about fifty years it sat on the lawn of the Museum, and then they dug a big hole to lower the sub and built an underground exhibit around it which is where it rests today.

At the exhibit outside the sub we met a man named Gene who had been a cook in a U.S. Navy sub following the Korean War.  He showed us a picture of himself in his galley, and it was fun to listen to him recount stories which included the time that he burned the spaghetti and then a later time when a visiting commander commented on how good his spaghetti was.

There are a ton of things to see at the Museum.  One small item of interest to me (less so to Josie) was a Jones Live Map Meter from 1909.  This was sort of the original GPS.  Don't ask me how it works, but apparently if you find your location and then turn the dial it tells you the directions to your destination.  This one is supposed to get you to Indianapolis, except it must be wrong because it doesn't include I-65.


That was a joke, by the way, about I-65, since the Map Meter predates....yeah, you get it.

There was also a vehicle called an armored car, although it does leave something to be desired in the way of personal protection:

Technology has, in fact, improved in the past century.

In honor of my grandmother (Josie's great grandmother), Grandma Shreffler, I took a picture of Josie in front of a train.  (Grandpa Shreffler worked for the Union Pacific railroad.)


And while not an aerospace museum, they do have a bunch of planes.


They also have the largest model train set-up I've ever seen.  It's probably 50 feet by 100 feet, maybe bigger. Here's part of it.

That's Chicago in the background, as the exhibit represents a trip from Chicago to Seattle.

Here are some of the mountains:


And here, of course, is Seattle:


They have a large exhibit of weather science, which is very cool.  There is a giant (20 or 30 feet in diameter) disc that shifts sand around to show you how an avalanche works.  Perhaps I was getting hungry, but it looked like a giant snickerdoodle to me.  One that I could watch for hours.


So BIG WIN for the Museum of Science and Industry.

By then the day had turned hot and gorgeous, so we headed back to the beach and didn't worry about rain this time.

Thursday morning we went to the Lincoln Park Zoo, which is a pretty nice zoo especially considering that it is always free.  That is not a word you hear a lot in Chicago, and while I've been in better zoos, I've never been in a better zoo that didn't cost me a bunch of money to get into.

They have an animal I'd never, ever heard of, a Sichuan Takin.  I didn't get a picture of him, but for some reason I did get a picture of the sign.


My favorite part of the zoo was the polar bear.



And then it was off to Union Station, where we enjoyed a hotdog and Amtrak took Josie back to Omaha, departing on time to the minute, which would have made Grandpa Shreffler proud.

Monday, July 1, 2013

The Driveabout Rides Again!

It doesn't seem to matter that I now have a lease and an apartment and a kitchen with a crock pot, the Driveabout spirit lives on.

Google Maps routed me on I-88 across Illinois for my trip to Omaha, which meant that I drove by the town of Dixon, boyhood home of Ronald Reagan.  The Vue barely needed me to direct her as we veered off the interstate onto Highway 26.  She knew.  Plus she's completely bipartisan and more than willing to see historical sites about Republican presidents, even those who exploded the national debt.

Ronald Reagan and his family (mom, dad, older brother) moved to Dixon when he was 9 years old, in 1920, and lived there for three years.


It's a nice house in a pretty neighborhood full of similar well kept homes.  One thing that is different about the Reagan property, however, is that there's a statue.


You can see that Reagan is holding something in his hand.  For reasons that are explained as Illinois having a lot of corn, the plaque states that he is holding kernels of corn.  Yeah, I'm not sure I get that, either.  But check out the plaque.

Can you see in the fourth line down how the word "its" was initially misspelled, with an incorrect use of an apostrophe?  Someone has attempted to correct the mistake, but I still winced when I saw it.  It's frustrating when an organization cannot get its grammar straight.  For some reason this has always been my grammatical pet peeve and if they ever put up a plaque about me they better spell "its" correctly or I will come back and haunt the earth until it's corrected.

Sadly, I couldn't tour the house because it was Sunday morning and they don't open until 1 p.m.  But I had seen another sign for the John Deere Historical Site and thought I'd check that out.  That more than made up for not being able to see Reagan's boyhood bedroom.

When I started the Driveabout last fall, I stopped by the Mississippi River on the way to Omaha, just to stretch my legs and touch the river which I had never done.  Getting back to I-80, if you don't plan to retrace your steps (which I only do if the alternative is certain death), is quite a production and you drive through East Moline which is as lovely a town as you'd think.  But my point here - and I do have one - is that you drive by a bunch of John Deere plants, some of which are still operating and some of which aren't.

So it seemed appropriate, somehow, that I would randomly come across the place where John Deere first settled in Illinois when he and his family moved from Vermont in 1836 to open a blacksmith shop and invented the first successful steel plow in 1837.  (In 1848 Deere moved to Moline to be nearer the transportation options afforded by the Mighty Mississippi.)

If the birthplace of one of the greatest inventions in American history (my opinion) isn't enough to entice you, perhaps you will be lured by the thought of visiting a place called Grand Detour, Illinois.  Had I known that name ten months ago, the Driveabout might have been called the Grand Detour, but it's too much trouble to change the URL now so we'll stick with the Driveabout.  Wikipedia doesn't explain why it's called Grand Detour - the story has to be interesting, don't you think? - but it turns out Orson Welles spent some summers here and the area was something of an inspiration for Kane's recollection of his idyllic childhood in Citizen Kane.  Rosebud!

Anyway, back to John Deere.  Deere's granddaughter, Katherine Buttersmith (great name!) inherited part of the property in 1919 and started buying up the rest so that what is now owned by the John Deere Company includes the Deere home, the area where the shop was located (which is being excavated), a neighbor's house (needed for the gift shop) and a replica blacksmith shop.

It is the replica blacksmith shop that is the coolest part.  I love watching craftspeople work, and ever since I took metal shop in seventh grade with Mr. Eastlack (Mom might still have the dandelion digger I made her, which will outlast nuclear winter), I've especially loved watching metalwork.  And Rick, the blacksmith, was fantastic.


He is originally from southeastern Texas so still has a bit of a twang.  As he described the parts of an anvil, he pointed out that the hardie hole is square (it's where you put different type of hardie tools) and then there is a round hole.  He said in the north that is called a pritchett hole, but in the south they call it a round hole.  And he would tell very hokey little jokes with the kids in the audience that were fun.  For instance, what happens when you put a white rock in the Red Sea?  It gets wet.  Or at one point he asked the kids to think of a number between 4 and 6.  Very entertaining and he showed us how the craft works which was very interesting, even though I'd seen some of this type of work before.

One of the guys on the tour was from Tasmania and he'd been to the site three times.  Sort of a John Deere groupie, I guess.  Of course he had a green cap.

In case she reads this, I want to mention that our tour guide's name was Janet and she was excellent.  It's hard to compete with a guy who says things like "that sizzle is what it sounds like when hot metal touches your skin, except you can't hear it over the screaming."  But within the limitations of her genre, Janet did a great job.

The Rock River is beautiful and the area must have some very interesting history since there is a Bloody Gulch Road and a Lost Nation Road, but that is for another day and I got back on Interstate 88 to continue on to Omaha, Center of the Known Universe.

Plus I wanted to stop at the Herbert Hoover Presidential Library and Museum, which is about 50 miles west of the state line, in West Branch, Iowa.  I had planned to see this in December, but road conditions prevented me from making the stop then.

Interstate 88 ends at I-80 on the Illinois side of the Quad Cities.  At that point you are about six hours, or a little less, from Omaha.

Of course, that timetable presumes that the Mississippi River bridge isn't closed.  A few minutes before I came upon the scene apparently a semi and three cars collided, fortunately injuring no one, but they shut down the entire bridge for two hours.  Of course, I didn't know any of this at the time - and had I foregone my Grand Detour I would have avoided the whole mess, but where's the fun in that?  It took nearly an hour to go less than two miles, and I must say that the State Police in Illinois did as poor a job of traffic control as I have ever seen.  They made us all exit, of course, at the Mississippi River Road exit which was perfectly reasonable but there were no signs or police to tell you what to do after that, and if you've ever been at that exit you will know that the answer is not obvious.  (Plus they didn't even keep traffic from entering the interstate - truly these guys need some lessons from their friends in Iowa, who did seem to have a clue about how to deal with a major traffic headache.)

However, since this was the same place I had gotten off in November (see above), it all seemed vaguely familiar and I wound my way through East Moline, by the vacant lots and the public housing and the rundown industrial buildings, and eventually got onto I-74 which took me to I-80, this time west of the Mississippi so I was able to actually use my accelerator which was a nice change of pace.

Unfortunately, by then I had lost all interest in seeing the Hoover Library.  Poor Herbert was once again overcome by events.  Sort of like his presidency, come to think of it.

In June the big event in Omaha was the College World Series.  This week it is Goldnerpalooza.  Check your local listings.