Chi-town baby! Home of the mostly elevated mass transit system, aka the “L”. As recent Boston transplants, my partner in crime (read: Pietre) and I keep accidentally calling it the “T”. As we figure out where our next apartment, bar, restaurant is gonna be, we ride the rails, peer out, and find ourselves intimately (uncomfortably?) close to someone’s window.
Curiosities burning, Pietre and I are on a mission: find out who are our neighbors along the train tracks.
I personally like to imagine Jake and Elwood are hanging out, scheming to get the band back together.
Did you know? I always get the window seat.