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The Windy City.  Second City.  Chi-town.  The Third Coast.  There are a lot of nicknames for Chicago but I always think of it as my kind of town.  I’m biased.  Chicago is one of two hometowns I claim as I lived there for most of the first ten years of my life.  I travel there often to see family and it is, hands down, one of my favorites.  There’s a pulse to the city that I can feel when I land at Midway or O’Hare.   Why is Chicago great?  The people?  The cultural diversity?

Whoever said, “You can’t buy happiness, but you can go to Vegas and that’s kind of the same thing,” knew a thing or two.  People’s thoughts and opinions on Las Vegas swing like a wild pendulum.  For me, Vegas is a chameleon.  It can change into anything you want it to be depending on your mood. My trips have always left me feeling a tiger or two short of a Hangover  good time.  And that’s okay.  There was a time in my life when the wild side of Sin City would have appealed to