In search of the continuous road trip
Well, hello! It’s been a while. Where were we? Chicago. Right. We’re not there any more. We were there a little over three years. We had hoped to pull off a bit of a gravitational slingshot maneuver — swing through the metropolis one more time …
Nearly four years ago, we sold our Chicago condo, piled into a van, and started driving around the country. Then we pretended to be London residents, moved to wine country, then moved to Wisconsin and made a bunch of wonderful friends. Now we’re headed back to …
If you’ve followed this blog for a while, you know that Lisa does something like 98% of the driving. She’s a pro. And she gets carsick when I (reluctantly, of course) volunteer to drive the winding, fun roads. We’ve put 35,000 miles on our van …
A few weeks before our anticipated return to Chicago, we started a list of the restaurants we wanted to hit up when we were back in the city. It was impossibly long, and it brought up tons of fun memories of dining out with friends. …
You know you’re getting close to Chicago not by the signs but by the traffic. You’ll be driving along, minding your own business in the middle lane, when a Lexus and an Acura or a Pontiac Grand Prix will appear and zoom around you in …
Last week we learned that people in Northern Wisconsin call people from Illinois FIBs — F*&#ing Illinois Bastards. Last night I was working on a post about the Angry Minnow, a brewery in Hayward, WI, when I inadvertently discovered that their website is infected by …