We were rookies when it came to riding the El, the subway. The El is sometimes "elevated" above the city and sometimes runs below street level, in the bowels of the earth. I like it better when it is the "El" and not the subway. Things have changed in the 20 years that Himself and I last rode the El so we had to learn everything again. We finally got it and rode to Wrigleyville where we had a mighty fine sandwich with some mighty loud music while folks strolled by and stuck their heads in the window for just about any reason. One, to ask for a handout. Another, to pose for a picture and ask for a handout. We decided we didn't mind it so much if someone EARNED the handout but didn't care for it AT ALL when they just asked for money.
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Wrigleyville was quite a street party! I'm sure Dad's ears are still burning from all the f-bombs we heard over and over.
The most stressful part of the subway was putting our ticket into the machine to go through the gate. But, like you said, at the end we were old pros!
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