Last night, it was pretty windy and cold. There was light rain even. And it was the night I finally decided to go to Target to buy a large cork bulletin board for my photos. So I did. And I also bought some other things. Like pins. And envelopes. And then I walked home from the train station holding the cork board in front of me with both hands. I clutched it tight because the wind was insane and I was wearing my bulky mittens. Crossing the street on Clark in the early evening traffic, I let one hand go for just a moment -- possibly to fix my hair, I can't be sure, but maybe, since it was so windy -- and immediately my cork board caught the wind. It did a sharp 180 or 270 degree turn (whichever sounds more dramatic to you), and it was flying. Like a checkered flag at a Nascar event. Or a flimsy paper fan in the hands of a Japanese geisha. Except crazy style. With as much movement as a slinky making its way down a flight of stairs. Except at the speed of cable internet. Indeed. I almost lost that bulletin board to the sneaky Chicago wind last night, but I didn't. I held on. And I regained control of that $8 board. Then I crossed the street. I walked the rest of the way home. I unwrapped that sucker and I put my photos up. And now, right now, as I touch-type this final sentence, I'm looking at that board and thinking, "Oh, you."
















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