Traffic was interesting in Chicago. First there was the herd of skateboarders we had to slow for on Wacker Drive. Flock of skateboarders? Gaggle? Then there was this weird space-age contraption. My sister Bobbi and I crept through traffic for nearly an hour trying to find parking for my too-tall van before finally being guided into an accommodating garage–only half a block from our starting point.
But no worries, because it’s always 5 o’clock somewhere. Or 5:15.