Life in Chicago
I have several things piled up about which to blog. I want to get something off my chest about deference to Customs and there is an interesting new penalty case.
But, for now, I offer only this snap shot of life in Chicago. It was taken looking down into an alley while waiting for my cup of coffee at Starbucks today. Having watched the Soprano's a fair amount, I assume the box near the trunk holds mattress covers, a jug of bleach, and some scrub brushes.
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For those who may be worried, he was, in fact, alive and crawling in and out of the trunk for some reason.