Of Lyft Drivers and Landing Pads

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Our Lyft driver was a Chicago Dad. Or, more accurately, a Chicago suburbs dad, complete with Cubs jacket, Chicago accent, and stories about his older son’s batting coach.

It was the saddest Lyft ride we’d had in a while.

Chicago Dad also had an ex-wife, and a small apartment where his sons stayed with him every other weekend and on Wednesday nights. He loved music, even payed air…