There were three options for finding our destination in Chicago: two smartphones or the 7-year-old granddaughter in the backseat. The husband was leaning toward a smartphone, but I was leaning toward the kid.
Ordinarily, I might not be comfortable letting a child guide us through the nation's third largest city, but she's grown up here. She knows the bus lines, the train lines and six different ways to get to the zoo.
Plus, the day before, an aunt and uncle had told the girl that they had eaten at a restaurant across the street from where she takes music lessons. She named the restaurant and said, "On Lincoln Avenue?"
