Over the week between Christmas and New Year's Day the various Bayly children gathered at Mud's in Chicago. Mud is moving in with us next summer, so this was our last Christmas at the home Nate and I grew up in, and Tim and Deborah spent their teen years in. Forty-two years of family gatherings in Bartlett end this year, and while it's sad, there was a strong sense of God's goodness in our gathering.
Midweek, Tim and I took a carload of Bayly cousins to Chicago. We packed eleven children between ages 6 and 16 into Tim's Honda Odyssey minivan. Three of the boys sat in the rear well. The rest sat packed, mostly two-to-a-seat, in the main part of the van.
On the way in we passed this car entering the Eisenhower. Pallets hung off it like boxes off a Chinese bicycle deliveryman. None of the pallets were tied. All were loosely stacked (including those on the car's roof), held in place by nothing more than gravity. On the Eisenhower! In modern-day Chicago! Traveling full expressway speed!

We started our day at the Museum of Science of Industry, a wretchedly packed scene of mass chaos. Tim parked across the street from the museum to avoid the underground garage prices. Walking across the lawn to the entrance we saw little tubular pieces of dirt strewn all across the lawn. We immediately assumed we had blundered into a minefield of goose droppings and began dancing and prancing like disco fools to avoid dirtying our shoes. Only when we reached the sidewalk did young Taylor tell us we had contorted ourselves to avoid not goose droppings, but aeration plugs.
Not having paid to park, we felt free to leave the museum when we saw the mass chaos and head downtown. We started at a great art supply store on Chicago Avenue before parking near Michigan Avenue and walking from the river to Water Tower Place. The Apple store was fun, as were Orvis, Brooks Brothers, and a tea store in the mall. Then it was off for pizza. Finally, the boys went to see King Kong while the girls headed home to watch Pride and Prejudice.
King Kong was fun, though a tad lengthy. It's the first special-effects extravaganza I've seen where the blue-screen effects rival the human actors in realism.
On our last night together, Tim, Maryl, Mud, Cheryl and I went to Ikea in Schaumburg and, as usual, ended up buying a few things we never knew we needed until we saw them selling for a pittance (four battery-powered wall clocks for the church office, for instance, at $2 each). There we noticed this wall by the bedroom displays with a picture of a young man and a young woman smiling at each other and a text box next to the picture headlined by the question "Moving in Together?"

It's now apparently cutting edge to market to young cohabitors. The frisson of the forbidden joined to soft fluffy flannel sheets.
And, in the case of this strange multimedia piece from the New York Times, we have an attempt to make prosaic the search for an apartment by a young homosexual couple--who begin by searching separately online for a roommate to share an apartment with, but end by becoming, it would appear, something more. Domesticity coupled with perversion is the new radical chic: "See honey, they buy sheets and choose between apartments JUST LIKE US!"
We ended our evening looking for a place to eat. Our first attempt was an Italian restaurant (Maggiano's--thanks for the name Sarah) near Ikea where we were informed there was a two-hour wait for a table. So, we turned toward home and ate an uninspired Mexican meal at a restaurant in Bloomingdale.
But overall, the evidence of God's everlasting grace was unmistakable--providing the first Bayly gathering in recent memory, I think, without a rip-roaring argument in its midst.