Oh, the anticipation all afternoon. I arrive home from teaching around 1, and kill time until 4:30, when my husband, Doug, and I had planned to hop on the el (Chicago’s mass transit) to head to Macy’s. We’re supposed to meet our friend Krueger, who happens to work in the sports bar/restaurant in the basement of Macy’s, at 5, to be sure we get good seats. Doug’s running late getting back from errands, and I’m silently fuming. I don’t want to miss out on any opportunity. We end up arriving around 5:30, but no worries, the line is short and plenty of good seats left!
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