But yes, there was ice cream earlier
Today was the first day in 2013 that had a summer feel to how the day unfolded to it.
Towards the end we took the #8 bus home at Grand street. It was a familiar in the demographics. Some club looking kids got off near Redno5. UIC kids piled on at the blue line stop and piled out at Maxwell, the Pilsen types and so on until I got off fitting my own demographic stereotype. Like flowers blooming in their season, it is very dependable and familiar in it’s rhythm with punctuated by the truly disenfranchised.