It was a short trip, but not unusual for visiting this Windy City. The last time was a couple of decades ago and lessons learned then had become a sort of muscle memory. Driving in this city is not like driving where I grew up (Twin Cities) and certainly not where I currently live in this rural Iowa town of 5,000. Adjustments were needed if one was to navigate the roads of Chicago.
The transformation from Rural Zayde to “Chicago Zayde (Yiddish for Grandfather)” occurred before we even made it into the city.