For the last several months, I’ve been going to baseball practice.
Each Tuesday night, I would hop in the closest available Enterprise Car Share car and take off for the suburbs, where a friend who coaches Little League prepped me for throwing out the first pitch at a Kane County Cougars game.
The coaching was needed, as most of my childhood was spent talking about dinosaurs and trying to convince my parents that reading a Star Trek: The Next Generation novel in my room was a perfectly acceptable way to spend a summer day.
The pitch was last night. Quick verdict: Passable enough to be ignored by the crowd on dollar beer night.
But now the commute is done. No more hopping in rush hour traffic. No more subjecting myself to the vocal onanism of self-amused local radio DJs.
No more light curses when startled by a guy in a T-shirt zaggling through traffic on a crotch rocket motorcycle.
My commuter summer is over. Here are a few things I learned: » Read the rest of this entry «