Oops I forgot to update last week. I was out of the office for most of the week. Oh well.

So there’s this 90 year old lady who lives in my building. She moved to Chicago (to be closer to her daughter) from Maine after her Baptist Minister husband passed away.  She’s a perfect example of the traditional “nice old lady” persona. She would probably mend my socks for me if I asked nicely enough.

Anyway, a month or two ago a 3-wheeled pedal bike (A tricycle for adults, apparently) appeared in our building’s courtyard, chained to a pole outside her door. A couple days later I saw the old lady slowly wheeling it out the front gate.  I helped her get it out onto the sidewalk and she told me that she got the bike so that she could ride it in the park nearby. I told her that sounds like fun and we went our separate ways.

Skip ahead to last week. The bike is gone. Minor mysteries always bug me so I immediately set to wondering what had become of it. This lady is so incredibly slow and feeble that she has no business riding any kind of bike around Warren Park. She’s barely able to move the thing up the two small steps that lead out of our courtyard.  The bike either got stolen from where it was chained, stolen while she left it unattended in the park, or stuck somewhere she couldn’t move it and subsequently abandoned (she rides at 6:30 am when nobody is around to help with that sort of thing.)

I don’t want to ask her what happened because I know I’ll get lassoed into a 20 minute conversation about everything that’s wrong with the building.