I went to Chicago to do research for my new novel and I had a lovely dinner at the Arts Club of Chicago.
My dinner companion told me about a phenomenon I had never heard of before: the tail gate party.

“This is a very interesting subculture,” I said.

“This is not subculture, this is culture, American culture,” she answered.

Melancholy set in: soon I will turn 39 without ever having attended a tailgate party.