In June, I spent my 47th birthday weekend in Chicago, where we kayaked the river, had dinner at Alinea, saw a “close up” magic show, visited another Hemingway home (his childhood one this time!), enjoyed late night speakeasies, and got Covid again (the Mrs and I did, anyway). Before I figured out I may be ill, we biked throughout the city, toured Soldier Field, and saw the Cubs at Wrigley and old friends like Jesse (whom I worked with at IBM in 1998) and his family, plus my…