Doppelgangers

Do you ever see a stranger on the bus, or in line at the grocery store, or on the barstool next to yours, and think it's someone you know? Do you ever see lots of these strangers who all look disturbingly like the same person?

Today, I thought I saw Zachary Schomburg at least six times. But he does not live in Chicago, so I must be losing my marbles. Unless he's visiting Chicago today, in which case, I should have said hi.

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On another note entirely...why can't the CTA trip planner tell me where exactly my transfer bus stop is? I walked around 2 different blocks in a kinda sketchy neighborhood trying to find the right sign, only to eventually find it in the exact opposite direction it looked like on the website. City living--blech.

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Oh, and the reading was good. Never read anything by James Shea before, and he was impressive. And Jason Bredle is a really nice guy (which is not an insult to his poetry (you know, like when you set your friend up on a blind date and say the guy is "nice" because he isn't cute) because I already knew I was a fan, so it goes without saying). I should probably delete that whole parenthetical, but I'm not going to. Someone will understand.

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I'm on page 19. Pages 10-19 are extremely rough. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.