My mom Cathy used to travel a lot. She has spent Christmas holidays in London (England), Madrid, Edinburgh, Paris, New York and Chicago…and more. But since 9/11, she says, she hates to travel. She’s served her time on planes waiting to be de-iced at O’Hare. She’s driven (very nervously) on icy roads.
“There’s so much to do here,” she says. “Symphony. Ballet. Theatre. Movies.”
Dog parks? I give Mom a nudge with my very cold nose.
“And dog parks,” she says. Sometimes she reads my mind.