My wife is still mad at me for this one. Women reading this story will understand why. I was in Chicago for the Print Image International show. We were staying at the Hotel Intercontinental on Michigan Ave. The Hotel Intercontinental is a twin tower building with roughly 75 feet between them.

I woke up to a grey day, took a shower, popped on my computer, and checked my emails. After ironing my shirt and pants (standard procedure), I went to the window to determine if the clouds were serious and just kidding. Rain gear is such a pain to carry when you don't need it. So, I checked, looking hard at the sky and came to the conclusion that no, I was okay without a coat.

Just before I stepped away from the window I looked across to the other tower. There in a window whose drapes were pulled back was a woman who seemed to be wearing a light pink sweater. She was packingÖ.I thinkÖbut wait, there's somethingÖoddÖ.and without my contacts in I really can't tell ifÖ.she'sÖNAKED! I was in shock! Here was a woman who clearly knew that she was on display and she was totally fine with that idea.

I have to be honest. I stood there like a complete moron and looked. I would later tell my wife that it was like watching a plane crash: you hated yourself for looking but you just couldn't take your eyes off of it.

The second shocker came a few moments later when I realized that we were in the same hotel! I was going to see this woman in the flesh (pun intended) at breakfast for crying out loud! And so I did. She was, in fact, quite popular at breakfast. Seems I was not the only one who caught the show!

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