Oh, Chicago.

I walked for two hours along the lake yesterday. And in those two hours I must have said “Oh, Chicago,” 30 times. I said it once when I realized the trail was going to lead me straight into the mouth of a moving bulldozer, once when I almost got run over by a group of kids using the path for jackass type skateboard stunts, and once when I rounded the planetarium and almost suffocated from mystery toxic fumes.

I was thinking as I walked about a Buddhist phrase that makes me mad. “It is easier to put on sandals than pave a gravel road”. Oh, Buddha. In Chicago, even the path of least resistance is under construction.