Now two and two is four,six and two is eight
Come on baby,
don't you make me late
I'm cryin' hey, baby,
don't you want to go
To the same old place,
sweet home Chicago
-- Muddy Waters (Sweet Home Chicago)
I'm not sure if I'll drive, ride the dog, take Amtrak, or fly, but I am reminded of this classic Blues Brothers scene:
- Elwood: It's a hundred and six miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses.
- Jake: Hit it.
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