Over this decade, I have typically ended up driving through the Chicago area in one trip a year, usually hewing close to I-80. This year, however, I had set myself up to do it twice in a week — a week that included the biggest “black swan” event in the history of U.S. pro sports. It was…it was something.
November 4, 2016: The view on the Chicago River from the Lake Michigan side as the sun sets.
But after being caught in the hundreds of thousands of fans in Cubbie blue on Friday afternoon and the slow crawl of traffic on Saturday, there’s still no place like home. (Find your one- or 1 1/2-stoplight town and give it a good long traffic-free kiss.) My fill of the big city has been sated for a while, especially since this particular helping had a cherry on top.