03 Nov My Roots are Showing at This Year’s World Series
I grew up in Chicago.
I remember the lake-effect snow.
I remember the Magnificent Mile at Christmas.
I remember digging our way out of our house and taking the sled to the corner grocery because the cars were buried.
I remember when neighborhood parks would flood low areas on purpose so the kids could ice skate.
I remember the steamy hot chocolate with plenty of plump marshmallows that followed a cold day of ice skating.
I remember never getting tired of cruising Lake Shore Drive and taking in the stunning skyline.
I remember the best hot dogs in the world lived in Chicago.
I remember Ed Debevic’s, jazzy blues wailing on the corners, and artists everywhere.
I remember Brookfield Zoo, The Museum of Science & Industry, O’Hare Airport and Wrigley Field.
I remember my dad always frustrated with, yet determinedly rooting for the Chicago Cubs. Always.
Chicago life wasn’t for everyone, but I wouldn’t trade the memories, the history and the stories made there for anything.
Hey dad, I remember. I know it didn’t happen in your lifetime, but something really cool happened. The Cubs won the World Series yesterday! I remember how much you hoped that day would come.