
Dean Golemis led us off the trail, down below the vividly graffiti-decorated bridge we had crossed at LaBagh Woods on the North Side to the spot to write our nature poetry.
On the bridge, a gaudy band of cosplayers did a photo shoot. It looked so wild, I slowed to ogle, then scrambled to catch up. The woman behind me burst into The Runaways’ “Cherry Bomb.”