Dear Chicago,

As you know, I've been loving you for decades. However, things are not going so well right now. Sometimes when the wind blows, I realize you are maybe not the light of my life I think you are. So, I need to take some time off. It's not you. It's me. Really. I'm gonna go down to Memphis, wear my cowboy hat, eat "grits," and see if I can regroup. I'll call you when I get back. No! Don't call me. I'm, um, well...I'll call you.