The Walk to Work

I wish I could remember where my mind was that April morning when the weirdness began in earnest. Because t he day started like any other, with more sunshine. I opened the window, felt the warmth, decided to walk. I had to open with Bridget in Water Tower Place. S he'd been on a power trip e ver since her promotion to manager. How far our friendship had fallen in just a short time. I thought of our closeness on 9/11, when I had walked home from the Hancock, too afraid to take the bus. When I got home, I heard Bridget calling up from the sidewalk. That's how I learned the towers had fallen. We spent the next four days at her apartment, sobbing together in front of the TV. Now here I was, thinking "she won't get me down today." It felt like a disconnect. Walking along the lakefront would do me good. The forecast called for 80 degrees, and the morning had a "last day of school" freshness to it that made me want to run. With Devotchka's "Queen