While out gathering moneys from the bank (it being payday and all) and a hot turkey sandwich from Jaffa, I walked through fog that seemed to be thickening rather than dissipating as predicted. Throw in a chilly, surprisingly stiff breeze off the lake, and this is not a day on which I'd want to try to hit a 90mph fastball. (Like I could hit one if it were clear and 75.)
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Today at Lunch
While out gathering moneys from the bank (it being payday and all) and a hot turkey sandwich from Jaffa, I walked through fog that seemed to be thickening rather than dissipating as predicted. Throw in a chilly, surprisingly stiff breeze off the lake, and this is not a day on which I'd want to try to hit a 90mph fastball. (Like I could hit one if it were clear and 75.)
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Yesterday, I boarded the #147 bus on Michigan Ave. just as the fog came rolling in southbound from the lake. The driver asked me if I knew what was on fire. When I told her that she was seeing fog, not smoke from fire, she looked at me like I was a fool and said, "No, baby, that's smoke." I just turned away and took a seat. As we travelled north and eventually merged onto a fog-shrouded Lake Shore Drive, I think she changed her mind.
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