It was the first place I’d lived outside California on my own. (I’d been on only a few plane flights at the time).
I remember the week before I started classes: I walked to the journalism school (AKA Fisk Hall, built in 1899) in my flip-flops across campus from my apartment in Evanston, and it began snowing — hard. How embarrassed I felt, not to mention cold with my frozen feet.
An equal embarrassment, back in 1981-82, was the Chicago Cubs baseball team. I would join my friend and school mate David Jackson — now the White House correspondent for USA Today — and we’d ride the “L” to the Cubs games on game day.
We could get the best seat in the house for a relative pittance — whenever we wanted. It was a fun experience for both of us.
Since then, I have been a longtime Cubs fan — often going to Cubs-Giants games, either at spring training in Scottsdale or at AT&T Park. I’ve been back to Wrigley Field too.
So it is with great honor that I get to see the Cubs playing in the World Series, ending a 70-year drought. Go Cubs!