r. drove me to mister and we three walked together like old times. mister loves r. so much she's the only one he kisses, and he's so happy walking between us. i forgot his apple at home and when we got to harold washington park he wanted it and he was dumbstruck i didn't have it. he didn't believe it for about a block and then rolled in the grass like he always does after his apple with the promise that we would go to open produce for an apple and thank you for your patience please. what kind of apple was that? idle know, a local apple, and free. local honey boy makes good.