St. Patricks Day
I was thinking of partaking this year. Time on my hands today, and well…. why the hell not? I started the day with a massively long dog walk, division, damen, grand, back to francisco. Maybe not so long to you, but the 11 year old dog seemed to think so. But something funny happened to my st pattys day spirit along the way. Division, from Leavitt to Damen. Green, and enough to send me hiding out on my back deck all day. A bit sun zapped at the moment, but ready for that cold beer. It just might have to be on the same deck, no bars for me. Word up. Bulls and changes. This shot is from the window seat that I sat at last week, Amtrak. Chicago to Champaign. Isn’t one of the reasons people even take trains, is to sit back, enjoy the view, and let your mind wonder? Come on amtrak, clean this shit up. It was a nice day, nice days before, and yeah… the train might have run all night from some other route, but come on… this was a negative. If you were on bullet train status that might be different, but on these slow ass trains, keep it clean. And i”m not even going to address the bathrooms.
