Remember this scene from Annie Hall where Woody Allen’s character (Alvy Singer) reminisces about growing up in a house under a roller coaster at Coney Island?
I can’t helping thinking about that scene now that I live so close to Navy Pier. While Navy Pier doesn’t have a roller coaster, it has all of these things and it’s a mere two blocks from my house:
If I’m lucky, like Alvy, living so close to these things will result in my having a hyperactive imagination and trouble distinguishing between fantasy and reality. Anyway, Navy Pier and Alvy Singer are my rainbows of the week.