Elliott turned 27 last weekend. Around 1AM, while our livers worked courageously on detoxifying our bloodstreams, came that point in the night where we wondered if we could see the Sears Tower from our rooftop. We scrambled up a haphazard opening in a stairwell and found our way onto the roof and sure enough, we could see the skyline of Chicago from our house. Rooftop access is one of the things I miss the most of when I used to live in NYC, and for a second, I forgot where we were. I took these shitty, blurry photos as an afterthought - I was beginning to wonder how we’d get down.