Plan B

April 11, 2004

This morning, I woke up. Early. I’m talking in the car by 8:30 AM early.

I made my way to Target, but as I slowly circled the lot and looked at the closed doors… I realized, they were closed for Easter. Typically, I know they open at 8 AM. And me, preferring to avoid crowds, I was hoping to get here super early and pick up some jeans, some shirts. I don’t buy clothes that often, but it felt like it was time.

But… no go. So I drive home.

Instead of finding someplace else to shop, I just gave up. I went back the apartment, grabbed my camera, and started to walk towards Filter. I figured… hell, if I was up already, I may as well just wander around and explore a bit. Take some pictures.

The sky was pretty overcast (the sun only occasionally broke through and lit up small patches). The day was so crappy that I almost thought about scrapping my exploration idea. I only had a hoodie on, and it was fairly cold (to the point where my hand was actually starting to hurt).

I ended up walking around Wicker Park – specifically the areas just West of Damen and south of North Avenue. I strolled by Alex’s old place a bit.

It’s late now, so I’m just going to supply the pics sans commentary. Hope you like. :)

Right as I left my house, I caught my pants on some wire by the front gate.

And in case you’re wondering… yes. I did go back inside and change.

As I was taking a picture of this, I kept looking around to see if there was some plaque or anything that provided additional information. I tried to ask a woman who was walking by if she lived in the neighborhood… and she looked at me, looked at my camera, and basically just ignored me. I asked her about three times, and she just kept shaking her head at me saying “no.”

I did meet a younger woman who lives in the area about 30 feet away. She had no idea on the story behind this cannon, and just sort of shrugged and smiled. One of these days, it’d be nice to hear what this thing’s all about.

For the record… I did stop. And they smelled wonderful.

This is, quite possibly, the BEST_TRUCK_EVER.

Hooooly crap. I don’t know if it’s the JD logo, or the flames, or the fact that they’re in such close proximity. It doesn’t matter how fast this thing goes. Hell, it doesn’t even matter of this truck WORKS or not. All you need to do is sit in the cab and you’re automatically cool.