This last weekend, we went to a cousin’s wedding in Chicago.  I’ll save my rant about cities for another time, and just talk about my adventure.

Since there wasn’t much chance of getting back Sunday morning in time for Mass, I needed to find one to go to up there.  I thought I’d avoid the horrid streets and take the train, like a real city slicker.  The Chicago train system has a good reputation; and besides, trains are just cool.  I found a Latin Mass that started at 7:30 that was close to the train route, and planned my route the night before.  That didn’t take long, since the church was next to the Blue Line, the same line I’d be getting on, so I didn’t have to transfer or anything tricky.

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