Saturday, April 16, 2005

I Suppose There Are Stranger Places 

While walking to the brown line Diversey "el" stop tonight I passed a bank. It was, of course, closed but it had a couple of ATM's in the vestibule area. As I passed it, I noticed a man, sitting atop a garbage can in this ATM vestibule reading Pablo Neruda. I figure he's waiting in line. But no. There was no one using the ATM. He was just in a bank, late on a Friday night, sitting on a trash can reading him some Neruda. I love this city...



That and this city make me lonely.

By Blogger Debra, at 7:36 PM  

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