A fine New Year's Eve. Early in the day, I took the Gold Line train and the bus to the Boardwalk (a long but worthwhile commute, as the Gold Line passes through Chinatown, which is always awesome to behold). Set up shop. Mike, the watcher of my stuff, has been kicked off of the Boardwalk by the cops (Given reason: His dog has no tags. Real reason: Typical sweep of the scruffy homeless so that they don't scare the winter tourist crowd), so I've been playing catch as catch can when it comes... read more
