He Got That Right

Today, Michele and I were out of the house pretty early to hit the lakefront. If you haven’t walked it, you have no idea what you’re missing. Think the color blue, sky and water, with a cool breeze. At one point, a couple passed us walking in the opposite direction. “It’s iconic,” the man said in a distinct British accent, the first syllable more “oi” than “i.” Either way, he was right. The number of Sox caps and Cubs’ caps encountered were pretty much even with just one or two sad Bears’ caps begging for attention. A number of years ago, billionaire Ken Griffin paid to separate wheel from foot traffic wherever possible along the path. This kept encounters with bikes, pedal- and e-powered alike, to a minimum. Ditto those lunatics on their motorized wheels. Why is it that roller skaters are attracted to me like magnets? Our reward for walking eight miles is lunch at the Clocktower Café, which serves as the nineteenth hole for the public Sydney R. Marovitz Golf Course. We ate on the terrace, where netting protects patrons from any errant golf balls. I recommend the hamburger or brat. And say Hello to Charlie, one of nicest dog hosts I’ve ever met. She’ll make sure you go home without any ketchup or juice on your fingers.