She knows they gave away three-hundred-fifty hotdogs and people bitched there weren't more.
I've made my peace with being the old guy at the show.
Where is he going?
I haven't been a cabdriver long enough to get the destination before putting the car in gear. He's a white guy who looks like he has money so I just keep driving.
Books are here!
Crazy people come to street fairs. One clearly unhinged character insisted on my signing his petition to get on the ballot for Chicago mayor.
There's a fire pit late into the night. Whiskey, beer, and tacos. I hear many stories and tell a few of my own.