Almost postcard, but it’s real. Almost spring, but it’s winter. At least for a little bit more. I’m waiting for Patrick. We’re going to see “Proof” starring some of his friends. It’s a little past five and I am antsy. For once the buses are running on schedule, so I got here when I thought I was, which is fifteen minutes early. I walked around the block, down to Damen, up a block and back over. With this beautiful, 50-degree weather you see wet everywhere from the grassbergs melting. This street gets very little sunlight, so there’s still the snow from two weeks ago. To imagine that it snowed six inches just weeks ago… Amazing.