CLEVELAND, Ohio—They traveled all along Interstate 90, the road from Chicago to Cleveland, dressed in gear bearing the Cubs logo.
It reminded me of “The Grapes of Wrath,” the Steinbeck classic in which Okies trekked from their Dust Bowl homes in search of a better life picking fruit in California.
Seeking something just as perishable, Cubs fans packed every travel plaza along the Indiana and Ohio toll roads, stopping for gas and food, and speaking to each other in reverential, confident terms about their quest for better things. The Cubs’ pilgrims were dressed better than the Okies. But they did not eat as well.
At one unleaded/burger stop, my cousin Michael and his son Jonny, who are involved in commercial real estate, encountered two of Jonny’s friends, a pair of young men who had left their office impulsively, with only the clothes on their backs. Unlike the Okies, they would purchase fresh Cubs gear in Cleveland. They had bought tickets on Stubhub. While in their car.
Finally, we arrived in Cleveland. It was a drive of 5-1/2 hours. But it had taken 108 years. The rest of this article is available to subscribers only – to become a subscriber click here.