u s e y o u r h a n d s

So, I had to walk over to Lucky Strike on Illinois (by the lake and Navy Pier) from my office at Mich and Wacker. This involves walking across the NBC/Gleacher Center plaza, down a flight of stairs, and across Columbus Parkway. It had snowed a day or two before and the snow had been plowed and clumped together. I kicked a big chunk of it loose from the base of the Jack Brickhouse statue, right after the Mich/Wacker bridge. And I kept kicking it. Little bits of it fell off here and there, but it hung together, making this weird skittery sound across the granite plaza. When it came to hopping the curbs with my new friend ice cube, I did these soccer-boy Pele side kicks to get it to the other side. And when it came time to go down the stairs, i had to be really careful because the sides of the staircase were open.

By the time I got to Lucky Strike, my ice cube was the size of, well, an ice cube. And just outside the entrace to Lucky Strike, I said goodbye to it and then crushed it with my foot.