From a couch on the DMZ of the Lake Michigan Race War

I guess I picked the right weekend to miss a boil-water order. As I am not a Cantabridgian and I drive by the Chestnut Hill Reservoir enough to know it's full of jogger urine (that's the backup supply for now), I will be affected when I return Tuesday evening.

Meanwhile, I really like Chicago. Lake Shore Drive isn't just a parkway with an hilarious acronym: it's well designed and beautiful.

I have a date (I know, I rock) with a woman I met at a blues dance on Friday, so I gotta get going.