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The bright sun shone o n the Chicago beach, and tourists flocked to greet it. The umbrellas and beach balls scattered so fast across the sandy landscape, it was as if a artist had drop his buck of paint on a brown canvas. I arrived at the scene, sunglasses and sun screen in hand, preparing to dive in to the chaos of a crowed hot spot. I pushed and shoved my way closer and closer to the water, towel in hand I scout out a spot by the glorious water.