Life in the city.

I occasionally ask myself why the hell I chose to live in the city. Especially on those days when I have to make five consecutive trips to the BMV because they do a particularly poor job of telling me what I have to do to get my drivers license and license plate. But on today's trip home on the brown line where, as we crossed Halsted street, we were challenged by two people wearing jack-o-lantern masks on the top of a parking garage, I was reminded why I love it here. For quite some time I have appreciated the idea of guerilla theater, and its ability to remind us that the world is less predictable than we might like to assume. This moment came as a delightful surprise and served as a counterpoint to my evening commute. I can't remember the last time I was rolling down 315 in Columbus and was delighted by something so unexpected.