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It’s the last of the Chicago Days.  I’m soaking in as much of it as possible despite the fact that said “soaking in” left me Bug Bitten and Itchy after a jaunt at Belmont Harbor over the weekend.  For a moment or two I thought I might have the measles.  I once wandered into a situation involving a Blueberry Bog while wearing a skirt.  I was covered with more than 100 mosquito bites that swelled and blossomed for days.  Today is no different except instead of my legs it’s my hips and torso.  Antihistamines.  Smelly creams.  Ice creams.  Cream of SumYung Guy.  Guy Pierce.  Memento.  New Jersey. Papa New Guinea.  And let’s not forget, of course, Papa Smurf and…I don’t know…Italy.