At least it felt that way. Janice and John are the first-cousin-once-removed-in-law and first-cousin-once-removed, respectively, of my friend Ned from New York. I basically got to be their surrogate child for the night, filling in for their son Doug, who is the same age as me. John fixed me a cocktail as soon as I arrived and prepared a delicious dinner, and Janice did my laundry, made me a big breakfast, and sent me off with about fourteen pounds of food for the road (I almost needed a sidecar to carry it all).
The barrels are designed to absorb the impact of a car that's heading into the concrete wall. These barrels were empty, which is unusual. Read more!
I can't find specifically what this means in Chicago, but I assume it's something like this.