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

I was walking to the Grind, my fave little Lincoln Square coffee shop, and I passed this no-parking pole. And on it was bolted a 5 by 7 artboard by Saro, a Chicago street artist.

The thing is, I knew to look for this board because another street artist told me that he and Saro had been up in Lincoln Square. But would I have noticed it had I not been looking for it? And how many other people have walked by this tiny little gem of creativity, interaction and life in front of the Davis Theatre?

It’s things like that that remind me to just open my eyes from time to time.

About a year ago, i was boarding the 123 Illinois Express bus from Union Station to my office. A lady got on with a giant purse that slammed against my backpack as she boarded. This resulted in her giant purse crashing to the ground. Inside the giant purse was a giant fountain drink. Full-sugar Pepsi. Which spilled all over her giant purse and my giant foot.

This happened a year ago and I still think about it.