One night in Chicago.
I stopped in front of a Barnes and Nobles for a nightcap cigar.
The summer heat, combined with a Lollapalooza concert meant that many young people were roaming the streets wearing their underwear.
It was like a semi-pornographic Abercrombie and Fitch ad.
A junk jazz band surfaced. The crowd gathered around and danced.
Rain scattered the crowd and the band.
It ended as quickly as it began.
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