OZ

I went to Oak Park on Friday to visit my friend and her 7 month old triplets (worth a blog entry in itself). I drove the almost 100 blocks north on Western from my house at 95th street to the expressway. It was at around 58th street that I saw the young man, around age 15, on his bicycle, putting a handgun into the front band of his pants. I thought two things 1) calling the police won't do any good; he could well have that firearm legally. You know, he might need it on Chicago's west side to hunt deer or something. And 2) Michi, I don't think we're in North Dakota anymore.