On my way downtown this morning, I shared a train with Jan (I saw her nametag) on her way to work at Wrigley Field. I felt delighted. Baseball and summer.
On my way back from downtown, later this morning, I shared a train with four suburban loudmouths who seemed to have never taken a train before in their lives and shouted at each other about how awesome Wrigleyville bars are, and how they were going to get off at 95th Street by mistake and get shot.
I felt somewhat less delighted. Baseball and summer.On a related note, do you know the I Hate Clark Street photoblog? It's enjoyable.