This morning, as I was stumbling around the apartment getting ready for work… I grabbed a pair of gloves. It’s been bitterly cold in Chicago this week, and holding my camera has gotten to be pretty painful without any sort of protection.
When I’m halfway down North Avenue, one glove on my left hand, I realize something has gone horribly, horribly wrong.
Felix's Chinese name is Wei Tien. For the longest time, he thought his name meant "very sky." But he later found out it roughly translated to "Preserver of Heaven."
Felix was in show choir in high school. He can still pull out the old "jazz hands" if need be, due in no small part to muscle memory.
Every once in a while, Felix has some interesting run-ins with other Asians. At times, they're armed with cameras; at other times, he has the slight feeling that they might be armed, period.
