Yet another reason that trains are cooler than planes: when someone calls you from O'Hare and tells you they're "in Chicago" for a few hours, you'd have to trudge all the way out to Schaumburg and they have to come out of security and then their plane is boarding and, ugh, it's just never worth it. But this weekend my god-children (and their dad) had a one-hour layover at Union Station and I rolled in at the exact moment they got off their train and we had a delightful smoothie and chatted about how school is going and they got back on a train and I went to pick up some food on the way home. Done and done.
(And check out the hair! Are my godkids the cooliest or what?)
