If Your Dream is Killing You, It’s Actually …

At the height of the quarantine, I could hop in my car and slip down the Kennedy and into the Loop like a fried egg sliding across a brand-new Teflon pan. The trip from Logan Square took a scant five minutes. This may not seem extraordinary, but if you live in Chicago, you know that on a regular day, at best, that journey takes at least 15 minutes. I shudder at how many times I’ve somehow been locked in traffic at the Loop interchange after midnight.

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