E on the L
July 2nd, 2009
I walked outside today, breathed in through my nose, and it burnt. Like in a sauna. From the heat. Because it’s hot.
This is Eva on the L in Chicago as we rode into the city from O’Hare. It’s called the “L” because it’s an elevated train. Which, I suppose, would mean it should be called the “El” which means “The” in Spanish which would then mean that it’s “The El,” or “The The.” Weird.
