We’re sitting here finishing our delightful and tasty breakfast at Lou Mitchell’s, a Chicago institution and, according to the tour books, “the place” to begin our Route 66 adventure.
I have this feeling like maybe I’m forgetting something. Did I leave a camera or a suitcase behind at the hotel? I just can’t put my finger on it.
That’s when I spot female tourist, not quite a senior citizen but approaching quickly. She is snapping photos of the posters and Route 66 memorabilia on the walls. She even took a shot of the menu board. (Yes, really.) She appears to be armed for the Route 66 adventure, complete with bucket hat. My eyes drop down further and then it dawns on me. I have forgotten the granddaddy of tourist necessities.
I forgot my fanny pack.