Thinking of the Good Doctor

This can't turn out well. Aren't reunions usually about remembering the good ol' days?

UPDATE

I'm Not Sure Where to Begin:

PDX. Professional Sports. Municipal graft. Private greed. Speechless. Next you're gonna tell me it rains as much there as Chicago.

So This Evening I Go Out to Walk the Dog...

And I find this guy, frozen in this position at the bottom of my stairs:

Just standing there like a mannequin. To be truthful it wasn't me who discovered this reality of urban existence, instead it was my faithful watchdog Zoee:

...barking like my life was in danger. In my Friday state of mind I conjectured: threat. We slowly moved back into Casa1733, in a very wtf way. Cellphone>>911, "uhhh, there's a mannequin at my steps."

"Pardon me?"

"This guy, he's just standing there like a mannequin."

"Does he need an ambulance?"

"DUDE! You need an ambulance?

He's not responding."

In the meantime, he gets comfortable:

"Chicago Fire Department..."

"Yeah, this guy is frozen like a mannequin in front of my house, unresponsive."

"We're on our way."

Seriously, five minutes later the FD was on this guy like birds of a feather.

Then the ambulance, then the cop:

Needless to say, we stayed in this evening.

The Mean Streets of Chicago

They will eat you.

FWIW, I work on this same street.

That's the Chicago Way

It seems some of our more vocal residents are having a say about the recent hike in parking rates in the city.