On the walk from the office to the train today, just before I reached the stairs down into the subway on Dearborn, I crossed the path of a guy riding a bike through the federal plaza. One of his hands was on a handlebar, and the other was gripping a full-size bag of Twizzlers, holding it up to his face like an ice cream cone so he could munch on the licorice inside. At first I thought it was odd, but then I thought, "Dude, I'm with you." I could handle a pound of red licorice right now.
I keep getting flashes of India that make me a little bummed to be back. But I also keep getting flashes of Chicago's blue sky that make me love this city. And somehow the guy with the Twizzlers adds a little bit of extra charm.
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Small unexpected events, like that, make the world go round.
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