These breezy autumn days are getting shorter and bring back one wistful memory from growing up in Lincolnwood:

Bundled up to beat the cold, I would wait for the school bus at the corner of Lunt and Kenton, right as the sun started to peek over the treetops. Sometimes the older kids (and Eliott) would wait there too. For bus # 5. The bus driver was a big black woman, appropriately named “Thyra.” And I used to sit with Gio.