August 30, 2004
Chicago, IL
Route: Cleveland, Ohio to Chicago, Illinois
Distance from home: 869 miles

Today we went to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum.  Indeed, Cleveland does rock.  Well, at least in the museum and stuff, they do.  We saw a ton of stuff.  The special exhibit was Mary Wilson of the Supremes' wardrobe.  How fascinating.  Actually, there was some cool stuff there.  A lot of people's clothes.  I saw Tiffany's "I Think We're Alone Now" vest, Jordan Knight's jacket, Hanson's "If Only" video clothes, *NSYNC's "It's Gonna Be Me" video clothes, Macy Gray's self-promoting MTV Awards dress, Britney's plaid tour skirt, Devo's red flowerpot hat, Kurt Cobain's seafoam guitar, Steven Tyler's scarf-laden microphone stand, Tom Petty's big hat, Buddy Holly's high school diploma, John Bongiovi's high school ID card and report card, Elvis Presley's Diners Club card (member since 1969), and on and on and on... They had a bunch of stuff from the Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Jeff Buckley, Pink Floyd, Duran Duran, Elvis, Joni Mitchell... I could go on forever.  Anyway, it was cool.  There was a Les Paul exhibit.  And a store.  And some movies.  Just a good time all around.  If by some unfortunate occurrence, you find yourself in Ohio, I suggest paying the Rock Hall a visit.  For those few hours, Cleveland did rock.  Unfortunately, those hours were too few.  Back on the road.  Apparently, there's this place called "Indiana."  It's between Ohio and Illinois.  I don't know.  We drove through it.  Nothing exciting.  A bunch of corn.  Yeah.  Chicago was a nice change of pace, because the corn stopped.  I've never been so happy to see traffic.  And other people.  And smog.  Yahoo for Chicago.  We found a hotel, ate dinner, and that was that. 
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Which way to a good time? 
Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum
Go Browns, I guess. 
I think it actually meant to say "Welcome to Hell." 
What's in Indiana?  Well, corn, obviously - just because my life wouldn't be complete without it.  And fireworks.  They really like their fireworks in Indiana. 
Oh, and the bastards in Illinois didn't even welcome me with a tasteful sign.  What's that all about?  They didn't thank me for visiting either.  That's why there's no picture of an Illinois sign.  I'm going to write to their governor about that.  Well, except that without the sign, I have no idea who their governor is.  Stupid state.