Power in Numbers on LSD

Yesterday, I took a ride on LSD and saw a dinosaur next to the lake. It's true. I can't make these things up. Of course, the explanation goes something like this...

While walking the waterfront I got tired, hopped a Gray Line Trolley on Long Shore Drive and drove past the Natural History Museum.

That's where I met pocket-protector Charlie, a rubix-cube prodigy and smiling trolley navigator Karey. Both welcomed me onboard, even without a ticket, and rapped about Chicago for 10 minutes.

Charlie has a rare gift. He can tell anybody what day of the week they were born simply by knowing the month, day and year. It's incredible. I offered up my age and within seconds he knew it was a Thursday. He did the same for a dozen more riders fascinated with Charlie's math prowess. Later that evening I double checked his answer and sure enough, bulls-eye, Thursday is was.

Brilliance is found in the most unlikely places. A well-dressed wall street tycoon can't balance a checkbook but a blue collar minimum wage tour op has an IQ higher than than the moon. Go figure.

Later that evening, I sat next to a disheveled homeless man on the number 151 bus, again on LSD parkway, who recited numerology to me. He too needed my birthday to calculate what supposed gifts I possess. Apparently, I'm good at cooking and raising children. Yikes! That wasn't what I wanted to hear. With fabulous cities like Chicago to visit, why would I do or intend to do either in this lifetime?

The night was young so I slipped past the pseudo-mathematician and made my way to the Jenny Holzer projection project at the Museum of Contemporary Art. More on that in the next blog entry.