It was my idea to go to Chicago in the summer of ’04. When I was a little girl, it was impressed upon me that it was my "patriotic duty" to make a pilgrimage to Wrigley Field and witness a Cubs game.Not just any game, but a day game. And I had to sit in the bleachers. With a beer. After 19 years of dreaming about it, I decided it was time to live out the experience. As much as my mom and I were often at odds with each other, there was no one I would rather make ...
