The cover story in this morning's Sun Times has been at the back of my mind all day.
Three college students died on Lower Wacker, a serpentine stretch of road that cuts through downtown Chicago, punctuated by few lights and slowed by little traffic. It's a road I know well and use regularly - it's the fastest route from I-290 to Lake Shore Drive. It's a fun place to drive fast. It's not the safest; there are also a few blind turns, blind on-ramps, and driveways to truck docks. Last night's wet road conditions made it dangerous, the kids had a fast car. It was bound to happen. They didn't have to die.
And I can't help but think that these kids didn't have to die. Kids. And that I would have driven it safely... mostly because age and experience would have me making more conservative choices in the same situation. I feel like an adult.