Chapter Eleven
Our destination, to hear Alfonso tell it, was just over two hours from Chicago.
Just.
One hundred and ninety minutes in a two-seat Jaguar with a grumbling, cigar smoking, bad tempered midget incessantly changing radio stations was, I'm telling you, not “just” anything but a slice of hell. I took I-90 west toward Rockford with Cheap Trick covering Ain't That a Shame. But before Robin Zander got a chance to tell me why… click. Crossed the state border into Wisconsin while the Blues Brothers bounced a Rubber Biscuit. Before it landed… click. Continued north for the famous Wisconsin Dells resorts with Billy Joel griping about a Big Shot. His tale was half told when… click. Near the Dells, I took the WI-33 exit while Rickie Lee Jones strained to Chuck E's In Love… click. At Ba
