Seen at the Fullerton Station waiting for the Brown Line to Kimball at about 8:30 a.m.
wears the Cubs jersey happily, though she is well aware of their long history
of losing. A fat man with red cheeks sitting next to her at yesterday’s game
had noticed her accent and explained it all to her. Greta finds it funny that,
considering how Americans are simultaneously revered and despised throughout
the world, they sure know how to make fools of themselves. Blatant public drunkenness,
singing a song together in the middle of the baseball game for no apparent
reason, insisting that their team is terrible because of a rejected goat and a
curse—Americans are hilarious! Laughable. When she goes back to Germany, Greta’s
jersey will always remind her of that.
Next year. Actually, aren't they doing well or something? I don't know. I don't keep up with sports. It just goes in one ear and out the other.
Hey Chicago! On Sunday I am gogo dancing at Navy Pier's Landshark Beer Garden with The Fortunate Sons, the world's finest Creedence Clearwater Revival tribute band. Show's at 2 p.m. You should really come! According to my phone, it's going to be a beautiful 82 degrees. Perfect weather. To sum up: Lake Michigan, sunshine, beer, CCR, gogo dancing. It's the place to be.