Full Moon and Motorcycle

He parked it on the sidewalk, but we're all scofflaws now and then, aren't we? Just outside the sort of new Chef Zhao on Lombard for an early dinner. We couldn't talk ourselves into walking, so we drove, parked illegally in back, but got away with it.
Finished up the Christmas cards we send to, mostly, out of towners. That was difficult: too, too sad.
But, see the risen horsey in the Extras, for a cheery note.