I've discovered Prairie Bread Kitchen, an Oak Park hot spot for commuters. This morning, with Jerry's suitcase in tow, the three of us head for a "goodbye" breakfast. Jerry will be in his second home, Montreal, for the next few days. This place is old school goodness. The smell of fresh baked bread greets you as you walk in the doors. Already you can't go wrong. For $.75 you can get a slab, not slice, of their fresh cinnamon-raisin bread. Heavenly. Add a cup of Joe and the day is off to a good start. What makes this experience truly priceless is watching the suits sprint for the platform as their train approaches. One more reason I am grateful for my unconventional job.
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