There's some goings-on in Hyde Park, but sadly, your local casino supervisor is not in touch enough to know exactly what. This morning while walking my dog I came down Greenwood to find a bevy of what could only be Secret Service (who else has that combination of SUVs, sunglasses, and those ear piece things?) hanging around, along with one camera crew that did not appear to be associated with any press. I assume this event to be Obama-related. Then coming home from the bar around midnight, I drove down Woodlawn past Minister Farrakhan's house and there were about thirty dudes seemingly standing guard around the fence. And not uniformed security, like the private security car that is absolutely always there; these guys just looked like a bevy of concerned but uncertain citizens trying their best to look like bouncers. And I'm shamed to admit, as an awkward white guy playing loud hip-hop in my Buick as I drove by, I didn't feel comfortable stopping to ask what was going on.
I imagine both events are unrelated, but it did strike home the idea that I live in a neighborhood full of influential people. Kind of fun to think that in a few months I might be able to say I live in the President's neighborhood.
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