Sometimes, living Chicago is like living in the Wild Wild West.
There are gunfights, saloons, taverns, horse riding (or train riding, if that’s what you’d rather call it) all sorts of similarities. And sometimes, you can find a tumbleweave caught in a gutter as you and a friend walk along the street and they say “Oh, look. A tumbleweave!” And you have to ask what that means then you look to where they’re pointing and you see the weave lying there in the gutter with leaves all up in it and you finally get it (because it looks like a tumbleweed) and you laugh and then you both keep on walking but you pull out your phone to make a note about the tumbleweave because you just KNOW that you’re going to use it for your blog later.
Yeah, it’s a lot like living in the Wild Wild West.