A friend and I took the train to Chicago yesterday to see a ballgame. We are walking North from the train station and stop at one of the busiest intersections in the city. I see a familiar looking car in traffic and it stops for a red light. It is my son, he puts his window down and we visit for 15 seconds or so. I go to the city maybe once a year and he almost never drives. He was on his way to a meeting with a client in the suburbs.