At least one being does not heed the warnings and obey the rules of Chicago's traffic management department. I see the spider almost every morning, sun tanning and enjoying the morning, probably after a hefty nightly feast full of fat mosquitoes.
Still trying to decide whether I walked, shuffled or skated from my car to the train platform. After the bone-chilling polar vortex cold of almost -50F windchill, then jumping to 51F four days later, you thought you've seen it all. Until today's ice storm followed by a blustery whiteout outside my window. That groundhog was... Continue Reading →