I was thinking of a recent Bucktown biting when I moved into the street to avoid an unleashed dog and a tall woman with gray hair and dark skin.
I’ve often seen her holding court on the corners with other dog-walkers. They always have theirs on leashes, and she usually has a red leash draped over neck. I lowered my head and resolved to say nothing.
Campus had been closed until 10am, and snow was still falling after it opened. Maybe the weather was a warning that winter could, and will, be much worse.