I live in Chicago's West Loop. Unemployment and fatherhood have done whatever the opposite of "wonders" is for my hygiene, etiquette, and commuting, so, even though you can hear the "guh-guh" of the city's heartbeat if you open a window, it's still a struggle to remain civilized.
But we still find ways in this house.
To wit: a photo ...
My wife calls this one "Happy Hour."
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