Living and breathing in the Second City
I don’t have enough guts to ride my bike in the city and here’s why. Poor guy. Share the road people.
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
-Carl Sandburg
Eric
August 1st, 2008 at 8:19 am
Gah. What the hell was he doing on Lake Shore Drive? And at rush hour, even? Candidate for a Darwin Award.
Mike
August 1st, 2008 at 9:07 am
Well, I was going to say that, but I’m a wuss.