One of dem poet guys wrote of Chicago: "The fog crept in / on little cats feet."
I am there now. I don't see any fog. But people have many attitudes in Chicago here, I say. I say. I saw. I say I saw. I say old chap; I saw a white-collar professional type handling his Nook or Kindle, which is to say his e-reader, at the same time as he tried to put on his glasses.
This seems difficult for white-collar geniuses. As I am near-sighted myself, I may be missing something, but the impression that I received incorrectly of not was that this dude also prob'ly cain not walk and chew gum at the same time: although he'd sign off at the drop of hat on the torture of some kind of third-World peasants, or run a think-tank or something. I don't know if he's a genius or not, but he can write the King's English, no doubt. What else is up? I don't know what else, but I do know, because I saw, that he had to deal with his Kindle and his glasses. At the same time.
..---...---...---===...--+IMPRESIONS OF CHICAGO
White collar "bums" totally useless
Can't walk and chew gum
Has good job. A real good, upstanding citizen
Mostly knows .......... ---- ..... ++++ ..... WORDS
(reads Amazon Kindle on train)
So many attitudes in Chicago. I am seeing more Kurt
Cobain look-alikes than I know how to count
The fat black ladies who'll never make it
to the beauty pageant