By:
Willy Stern
10/04/10 12:00 AM
Say you’re at a bar in downtown Chicago, throw down six shots of Jack Daniel’s, and head out to O’Hare Airport to catch a flight.
You’re traveling with your adorable 6-month-old twins. Drunk as a skunk, you hop on the L, ride the subway at speeds of up to 55 mph, banking around the sharp curves in the Loop, standing up with a baby in each arm. Legal?
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