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.
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And don't forget to tune in next week when JC takes The Pigeons on a 5-star luxury cruise to Marrakech.
Is William going on the cruise as well?
Of course. SOMEONE has to serve the drinks.
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