We land-navv'ed our way across Chicago last night to get to a restaurant for dinner, and managed to find ourselves on surface streets in the middle of Wrigleyville. On Halloween.
It's been a long time since I lived in Midtown Atlanta. I wasn't entirely prepared for the sight of Peter Pan and the Lone Ranger walking down Halstead, hand in hand.
"Are you sure that wasn't Robin Hood?" asked Shootin' Buddy.
"No, there was no bow and arrows. Also, the impression was definitely more Sandy Duncan than Errol Flynn."
Broad Ripple may be Berkeley on the White River, but it pales in comparison to the Near North Side on All Hallow's Eve...