Fire and reading

I took a different driving route to work today, assuming the fire in Pilsen might have snarled up traffic. I drove on Western, the longest road in the world, literally, and it took about half the time of my normal commute. As I drove closer to Pilsen, I could see and smell the smoke from blocks away.

I had planned on eating at the Bean later, my new favorite coffee/lunch spot, but the smoke might change my mind.

In other news, I am reading tomorrow, along with a lot of other SAIC writing program folks, at 1926 Halstead sometime between 6 and 9 p.m.