Butch McGuire's

I was back in Chicago recently.  I had lived there as a bachelor in 1967-69 with my first job right out of MBA school.  I showed my two sisters where I had lived.  The apartment building is still there, 33 East Cedar Street, but it is now condos and not apartments, with an improved decor lobby.  My sister were surprised that I lived in such a nice, upscale neighborhood.  I guess they see me as a poor priest.  Then I took them three blocks to a bar I used to visit frequently, Butch McGuire's.  It is still there. Though it was early morning, the bar was open and they let us in.  I told them I was an alumnus!  Some of the same decor is still there, but it has expanded to become a place where families can eat breakfast, and still have a pint.  My sisters took a picture of me inside, sober.  Both the bar and I have changed.  Alleluia!  If I had all the money I spent there, I could have purchased one of those condos.  But don't you like me better as a poor priest?