summer heat = summer madness
ah, chicago’s heat of the summer. finally. i’ve been waiting patiently for it, considering last year we were outright denied the right to sweat.
but as much as i do enjoy the heat, i could do without the crazies.
this morning, as i was ending my 30-minute walk with shaun the dog™ before work, i couldn’t help but overhear loud proclamations from across the street. an older fellow, looking disheveled with his white shirt half untucked from his white trousers, holding a walking stick (from my vantage point, i couldn’t tell if he was blind), stood on the corner, performing a solo of sorts, using a variety of “oh’s” at different intonations and volumes.
OOoooooh.
pause.
OOOOOOoooooooh.
he seemed so content with himself, singing his morning song.
surely, i don’t deem this the oddest character i’ve encountered in this city by any means. i merely want to point out that the winter months tend to harbor the city’s antics – so let us welcome the 90 degree weather and the fair-weather freaks.