Rode home tonight, skirting Lollapalooza at Grant Park (how something that costs $80 a day is counterculture is beyond me...)
I rode past the bridge where I'd placed the pigeon in the basket to find that it had become a pigeon party pad. (I think the trail mix I' d put in had something to do with it.) A couple young pigeons sat in, and on the edges of, the basket.
Seated on the curb was a man who could have been William, waiting. I rode on.