Pit Stop

It was 5:30 pm on a rainy Wednesday night when I entered the bar with my 6-year old. Yes, you heard me right: bar. Okay, so we didn’t share a beer over the Cubs game, although I hope we will someday. The truth was, the minute we walked in and my worried eyes met the bartenders’, she said quickly, “Around this corner, second door on the right!” and my son and I both laughed. And then ran in the direction she was pointing.

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