Chicago is the worst place to drive that I know of. Harlan says Philadelphia is bad too, but man — Chicago! It’s got everything: big-city traffic jams, entitled bmw owners weaving through traffic at 100mph, no lane markings, and a secret under-city area immortalized in an SNL-spinoff Belushi movie. So it was nice to start the day free of it in lovely Morton Grove, one of roughly a million Chicago suburbs extending up to Wisconsin.
We know the route well, but this time we had I-Pass on our side. Unlike yesterday, when our brand new toll transponder identified us as a 5-axle semi as we entered the Skyway, the database had caught up and we had smooth sailing on a familiar route through Beloit, Madison, Eau Claire, and ultimately Saint Paul. Sesha was very happy to see us.
This dog has Joie de Vive, let me tell you. She coated us in a film of saliva and pushed Georgia’s boundaries and we fully fell in love with her.
So naturally we tried to wear her out with a long walk to the Mississippi River. It didn’t work but it was a great walk and we worked up an appetite anyway. When we returned, Anna had arrived with pizza (the Ruby Rae!!) and we dined on the deck while the dogs continued to negotiate personal space.
After an impromptu neighbor visit (if Harlan has ever told you his neighborhood is friendly, know he is underselling it if anything. Everybody says hi) with a growler of homebrew, we retired to the couch for guitar time. One of the best ways to spend time that I know of.
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