8:18
Warned by the bright orange cone, I look down at the jutting sidewalk and think, “There’s humor here.”
The speaker I am about to scribe has a message for me from Steve Jobs.
Leaning in, holding my breath, I raise my camera toward the coiled rattlesnake.
The floating lure hits the water with a plop, sending ripples out in neat concentric circles.
On a balmy night in Chicago, I am wondering what I have learned not to notice.