The Joys of Suburbia

Today 423A took a little trip to skokie. Yes, that's right, skokie. We took the red line all the way to Howard, waited for the yellow skokie swift, watched as the train whizzed by trees and little suburban houses with their suburban people and suburban living, and got off in a bizarro-worldo of jewish middle America. The Druce and I, in our last days as roommates, hopped, skipped and jumped along skokie boulevard, waiting for non-existent pace buses, watching suburban cars whiz by along suburban streets, and took pictures of the glorious suburbia that surrounded us. Sometimes, everyone needs a little trip to the middle of nowhere, just for the fuck of it. The Druce, it seems, was made for trips to the middle of nowhere. 423A went to a little deli by the name of Kaufman's, which is home to arguably the best corn beef sandwich in Chicago, and bought a couple celery sodas for the arrival of the Druce's folks. The elder Druce loves his celery soda, you see.

So a whole day in suburbia, all for a sandwich and a driving permit. Not to mention the age-old favourite, Hot Doug's famous dogs. Travelling insane distances for good food is always such a pleasure.