The late autumn sky shrouded Chicago like damp quilt batting. Its skyscrapers blurred in a light fog. A layer of snow had already dusted the browning lawns. Then news came of a mega snow storm blowing in from the west. That’s all it took to send us packing. Within a few hours, we were on the road heading south.
The last of the late crops were being harvested from the nearly scoured cornfields.
Five hours from the city to downstate Effingham, driving through small towns, newer suburbs, endless flat acres of farmland.
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