Today is the last day of the best of my life
This has nothing to do with Tribune. Faithful readers know that my daughter left southern California last spring and is now planning to go to business school at Northwestern near Chicago. People tell me what a great city it is, and particularly what great restaurants it has.
I keep thinking how cold it will be.
Goodbye, trips to California on United, and to feeling special because of my premier status for flying so much (and free upgrades to Economy Plus). Hello, Southwest and standing in lines to fight for an aisle seat.
But I'm looking ahead. Right now I'm staying out of sight until the car is packed, and then Gailor and I are heading to Newton Falls, Ohio, our stop for the night. I don't think we're going to have any culinary adventures to report, but you never know. ...
I did learn my lesson from the spring road trip, though. I refused to consider driving straight through because I know -- how shall I put this delicately? -- we don't always get off as early as planned.
As my brother said in March when he called at 7 p.m. to see how far we'd gotten and I had to admit six blocks, "At least you're in the frigging car."
We do have a reservation for Friday night in Evanston at the tapas restaurant MD Canon recommended, but once again I'm not allowed to bring anything to wear to save space in the car. So if it seems too fancy once we check it out, we'll eat there another visit.
Not to worry. I'm taking my trusty laptop with me, and, yes, Owl Meat did send me a Funtastic Thursday for a bit later.
(AP Photo/Charles Rex Arbogast)