Train arrived in Chicago at 9:00 am. I found s Dunk’n Donuts under the El about two blocks east of the Willis Tower, which used to be the Sears Tower. Ruth and I went the top on our honey moon in 1987. The El is very loud when it goes by overhead. I’m sitting outside at a table next to two huge pumpkins on top of a couple bales. Many people stop by to admire them. One man said, “Nobody’s going to steal them things.”
“Nope,” I said, “not as long as I’m guarding them.”
“Is that why you’re sitting out here?” He asked.
I just smiled. I felt like saying, “Here’s your sign.” But since it was Chicago, the murder capital of America, I held my tongue.
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