Holy crap.

While walking over the bridge on Ashland (the Ashland Bridge?) I found a homeless person's make shift home, similar to the bed I found on the pier in Boston, but this one was much less tidy. There were blankets, loaves of bread, a potted plant, and some scattered papers. I couldn't help but imagine that it was the same homeless person from Boston. That they had made the trip to Chicago around the same time I did and were just having a harder time making it work.