It's festival season in Chicago. At least, it is in theory. In reality the weekends have been cold or rainy or both, and every Chicagoan is waiting for consistent sun and consistent warmth. Not warm one day, cold the next. Not sunny all morning with...

Sunday night Heather and I met up with Alyssa and went to Wicker Park Fest. We played with some random dogs, listened to music, drank (Alyssa beer, me sangria, and Heather nursed a hangover), met Batman, ate (I just had sweet potato fries), and played...