Living and breathing in the Second City
This morning, after arriving at the office, I went into the kitchen and grabbed a coffee mug. I couldn’t deface office property so I wrapped the mug in masking tap and wrote in big letters across its face: TIPS. I figure if everyone else has a tip jar why can’t I?
(PS> Thanks Dan, for emailing this article)
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
-Carl Sandburg
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