Linda and I gave her and her family the biggest grad gift... not having to put up with me. Linda kept me at arm's length. First stop, refuel at one of our all-time faves: No we didn't do the Bloody Marys but had I known what was in store (he said, foreshadowing-ly). It's in South Loop. If you are within a mile, go. Then it was off to north of the river. To keep me occupied. Not that she wanted to cruise the Mag Mile. It was her sacrifice for the good of the cause. Keep that in mind. Second stop, Athleta. (Gentlemen, n.b.... ladies apparel). Where I dropped her off to find a spot to park. So when I get to the store, the clerks say, "Oh she's upstairs." And I'm like, well, quizzical. And three of them (3) say, "Yes, she said if a man comes in looking puzzled, that would be my husband." I said, "Did she mention aged? Nerdy? Angry old white guy too?" O the mirth. But remember, she didn't want to be here, just he...