Ever hear the term “padiddle”? Until my search engine verified it, I sometimes wondered if I was imagining the word and memory. There are many versions of the padiddle game, which is usually played during car rides, and some variations are more risque than others.
The way I learned it, a person who first spots a vehicle with just one functioning headlight gets to kiss a person seated beside him or her. Many was the time my heart pounded with dorky hope, but I have no memory of being a kiss giver or recipient. In case you’re wondering, I was alone on the night of this recent image, when a padiddly MUNI train rumbled out of the fog. Click open to see larger, and view it next to someone you love.
You have eight hours of free time in Chicago — two hours one evening, six the next day. For once you get to see more than the inside of O’Hare International. You think you will not visit The Bean. There are so many other things to see before the rains come. Well okay, maybe you will just walk by at a distance and see the crowds and be glad you are skipping The Bean, at least this time. What is The Bean anyway? Is it art, or already a commodity? Warhol might have painted The Bean, but this is 2017, right? Will you have trouble sleeping after consuming a legume of this size?
And yet, something happens — you are pulled, your brain waves curve and flatten and bulge like reflections in The Bean — and you go to there. You go to The Bean. It’s all right, everything will be all right. Surrender to The Bean. It’s The Bean’s world; we only live in it.