Hello, old friend. We’ve let too many miles pass under our feet. Come in, come in: this table’s for you, the one with the hot dogs covered in everything we’ve grown in our garden the last five years and the pizza you like that’s chewier than Wrigley’s gum. Can we pour you an Old Style?
It’s been 19 years since we collided with each other, us and you, you and us, Chicago and New York, Fun City and Second City. Nineteen years! There was a time when it seemed spring hadn’t officially sprung until the Bulls and the Knicks ran into each other in April, sometimes May, sometimes June.