This centenarian abode sits one block north of me in the Ukrainian Village Historic District. I like the Hitchcockian accents on the roof, but have yet to see any signs of Norman Bates or feral avifauna.
How I (affably) wasted my Saturday:
Ever heard of the annual Red Bull Flugtag? Me neither, but it sure was entertaining. Over 70,000 sheep (read: people), including myself, flocked to Chicago’s North Avenue beach this weekend to watch dozens of ill-fated homemade “aircraft” take a dive into Lake Michigan. Any further attempts at description will fail, so here:
