When the streets were shut down during the blizzard of 1967, the kids in my neighborhood built what we were quite certain was the biggest snow fort in existence. When the Oak Lawn tornado that spring brought cascading rains that clogged all the sewers, we floated down a drainage ditch in plastic swimming pools like we were riding the rapids.
There was no problem that couldn’t be solved with a little ingenuity, and nothing that could get in the way of a good time.
I thought of those days Sunday when the Chicago Bears, White Sox and Cubs were all playing at the same time during a pandemic that prevented family and friends from congregating at the local sports bar.