The Big Dude and I are in Chicago, ostensibly to help Chris’ dad, Stephanie, with resolving her current financial crisis, but actually feeling out our new relation to each other as friends, although thus far I’ve been challenged with several character assaults and emotional manipulations that I calmly deflected: the Teflon Little Chrissy. We’re staying in the Ambassador East, flirted briefly with checking in as Mr. and Mr. Townsend (pronounced “Towns-end”), the character Cary Grant was mistaken for in North by Northwest when he stayed here with Eva Marie Saint. Chicago is cold, like freezing cold. Since Stephanie is nearly my size, I get to wear her full-length furs when I’m here, so there’s no need to fret, Concerned Readers, I shall remain warm, and glamorous.