Or the pee. Whichever.
Pretty sure this thing is haunted.
The fact that many of the bridges in Chicago not only can move, but often actually do, never fails to blow my mind. During lunch one day I got to see them raise the bridges to let sailboats through to the lake. Also, I was trapped on the wrong side of the river, so I was […]
Why does it stop? Clearly, the people all keep going.
Sometimes it’s fun to feel like a tourist in your own city.