The long road home

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I went back to Chicago on Father's Day, to visit, to check on things, to make repairs, to make connections.  A hundred and twenty miles separates me from my roots, but distance on pavement is only the simplest of measures.  More than a quarter century can be measured in so many ways, by so many different yardsticks.  The road itself?  The Illinois Tollway has forever been a work in progress--from frantically fishing for exact change as each tollbooth approaches to cruising through under electronic sensors that debit an account by a scan of a barcode.  The car I drive?  The evolution of my ride over the years has changed with the size of the family I toted--from a two-door old Chevy to a station wagon, to a minivan, to a small SUV, and now that most of the chicks have left the nest, down to a subcompact, just enough space for me and Bandit on a regular basis.  The changing contents of the car are equally revealing.  Where I used to load up children and supplies like toys and crackers, diapers and car seats, blankies and coloring books, this last trek saw me hauling a tool kit, cordless drill, hand saw, bouquets of flowers, a suit for my father to try on for size, a home-cooked meal...and a chain saw.  Not your typical accoutrements for a Sunday drive, but then, if we're lucky, life is never static.

And therein lies a tale..."The Devil on Horseback."

http://runningwithstilettos.blogspot.com/2007/11/devil-on-horseback.html