This year I took my first ever trip anywhere on an airplane. I ended up in Chicago the second week of the coldest October they've ever had. Ever. So turns out the whole time I was there not only was it cold it was wet. Rain five days in a row. I got to ride both trains and see a lot of little parts of the city. The most interesting parts weren't in the city. i think driving around some of the suburbs and forest like highways is so different from the nothing thats out here in the west. Lake Forest was a town we drove through on the way to see Where The Wild Things Are and its also the town in which the beloved John Hughes resided in until his death this past August. I heard of his death in the months past and had not had a chance to register what an impact this person had on my love of movies and in turn my entire young adult life. I saw what a beautiful place Chicago is right away. I fell in love with the fact that everything I loved about the way it was portrayed in Hughes movies was that it wasn't really a portrayal. It was right there and it was really real. The fact that John Hughes just died not two months prior was definately apparent. Maybe it was the rain. I'm sure it was. It reflected the fact that movies like The Breakfast Club, Wierd Science, Ferris Buellers Day Off, Pretty In Pink, Sixteen Candles, and Some Kind Of Wonderful will never have another addition. The stories from the fictional Shermer Illinois have ended and all one can do is pay homage any way you can. Mine like many others I'm sure was hitting up a mall in the Mid-west and catching a flick. Wish I would have done it much much sooner. Made the trip, I mean. At least now I know a good place to die.
"Ferris Bueller You're my hero."
R.I.P. John Hughes
1950-2009
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