Most Chicagoans fled the city for the 4th so Jason and I roamed the streets of Southport eating everything in our wake (Well, meat at Tango Sur and scream at DQ.) Then some read comics (Catwoman was the theme of this Independence Day) and made some quick fake inside prism fireworks. Basically, we had a very "retirement home" 4th of July.
maker of jokes. eater of hot dogs. creator of hiccups.