charlie chews a stick by the power station. though we don't have a regular gig charlie knows me pretty good. today she cried when her mom dropped her off but soon was happily rooting for morsels on the midway. behind the experimental station i picked up a copy of the south side weekly with the sad cover story — why are you shooting me? almost more stunning than i can't breathe. the garden is coming up. the misty fountain may be animated soon. let's look for things that may indicate it's not all going down.