ZOMBIES AHEAD

Dear Chicago:

Your weather in recent memory has been dismal. Your audition notices have been, almost without exception, dismayingly boring. Your administration is hopelessly corrupt. Streets & Sanitation has torn up my most convenient bike route for the second summer in a row, while leaving several other butt-jarringly cratered streets unrepaired. Unchecked giant squirrels have taken over my balcony garden, and I do not expect to see leaf one of my spinach crop.

But the construction sign greeting the eastbound traffic on Montrose this afternoon--which reads BEWARE: ZOMBIES AHEAD--makes everything okay.

Yours,
Elizabeth


Dear Person Who Made That Sign Happen:

You are my new hero.

That sign is proof that big, gloriously goofy things occasionally happen. Occasionally manage to dodge through the defenses of a system devoted to humorless order and make people laugh out loud on cloudy Sunday afternoons. It is pure clown. It is pure hope. I love it. Thank you.

Yours,
Elizabeth