After nearly getting demolished by a U-Haul who insisted on driving in my lane with me trapped between him and the guardrail on the Indiana Turnpike, I arrived in Chicago. There I was stuck in traffic on 90W for about 45 minutes, and I quickly learned that to get anywhere in Chicago, you must drive as aggressively as the Chicago drivers. Once in Chicago proper, I quickly discovered that roads with one lane are often treated as a road with two lanes, that intersections are purposefully intended as a merging location (one side of the intersection has two straight lanes, the receiving side of the intersection has one lane), and that traffic signs and red lights are optional. I mucked about for another thirty minutes trying to wind my way through Chicago construction to get to Ben and Allison's and finally made it. I parked at the YMCA and pressed buzzer buttons for the building until I got the right one (sorry about that first floor residents of 3340).
Sweaty from the 102 degree Chicago day, Allison and I relaxed and chatted until Ben got home from a long day of being a lawyer... silly Municipal Court of Chicago. Briefly Ben and I discussed how the U.S. and English law systems, including truth commissions and criminal tribunals (my thaang), are frequently ineffective, and mutually overlapping interests regarding such things. We lamented over the U.S. policy on "terrorists," and by lamented I mean Ben consoled me as I stifled my rage. Finally, starved, Benison took me to Wishbone so I could see the Chicago version of Southern food. It was tasty, just not Soul Food. When we were done stuffing our faces, we collapsed at home, talked to the kitties and went to bed.
I'm the purple dot!
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