A portion of this poster has been gnawed by a goat.
Thanks, Mayor Rahm Emanuel, glad to be here.
In honor of our travels, this month’s entry into The Pigeon of the Month Club hails from Chicago. Birds of this town are a strange lot, contending as they do with lake gulls and other watery raptors: they are skittish, fighty, and nearly impossible to photograph. Or maybe they just took me for an outsider, paying them rather too much attention.
Anyhow, our quarry here was a hale specimen. He terrorized his brethren on the platformn; any who got near enough got his beak in their feathers.
A bastard of a bird, and June’s Pigeon of the Month.
Painted ladies from the Pocket Pastry Chef, who is based out of my other favorite city.
It is, for the most part, a civilized place.
Settling into old habits in Chicago.
Does anyone else think it strange that American traditional furniture can be purchased before attending some important American drama?
As luck has it, I’ll be going on a fact-finding mission quite soon. I’ve visited the hog butchers and stackers of wheat once before, but I welcome your recommendations. What’s the good word?