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Below: I had one other heart-warming little experience on my drive to Chicago. This is Herman, in front of Herman's Garage in the tiny village of Divernon, Illinois, near Springfield. A billboard had gotten me off 55 in search of a restaurant that turned out to have closed. Somehow I'd lost my way back to the freeway. I passed the garage, went in and asked directions, and then also asked about the tiny problems with the Nissan that had me carrying a small cloud of worry. Herman helped me open the hood, which I hadn't been able to do for 2000 miles. He also consoled me that the check engine soon light, that had come back on, was nothing to worry about.
At a little after noon, just as I was phoning Barbara to say good hello, after a perfect morning of driving and listening to NPR and Paul Theroux, I spotted the Sears Tower rising in the distance.
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