Maxwell St., Chicago, around 1964. Do not stop watching until the dancing starts.
Thanks to Vancouver correspondent Jennifer Wah, for the steer to this undiscovered bit of Chicago joy.
The wisdom of Charlie
Not feeling his best on Monday, our Springer Spaniel puppy threw up his breakfast, and then gobbled it up again off the carpet.
Then, a half hour later, threw it up again and ate it.
Then threw it up and walked away.
Internet clogged by asinine sentence
A sentence that appeared in the e-mail basket of a construction-manager friend:
"Tim should they send the panels as I say why not and do not know why this was being held up, as Roger wanted to know the condition they were delivered to site in and what they looked like being we had received a final invoice and now we know where things are at."