Home safe.

Riding in a cab through Wrigleyville as the bars were closing in the early hours of New Years morning, I felt like we were in a montage from a movie about the end of the world. People flooding onto the streets lost and desperate, stumbling, holding each other up, eyes darting around for any hint of salvation in the form of an available cab, tempers flaring, undecipherable yelps and screams ringing out, several people trying to open the door to our cab even though it was already occupied. I wanted to hold my hand up to the glass and whisper, "We can't help you..."