At the Library

The Blackstone Branch of the Chicago Public 
Library (where this story happened) is beautiful, btw.

The other day, as I was locking my bike by the library, a passer-by, unbidden, explained to me about a place where I could get a free bike. Not wanting to be unkind, I listened, the whole time wondering "why do you think I need a bike when I'm standing here locking up my bike?"

Then he told me that his bike was a limited edition Schwinn racer from the seventies, and that there were only fifty of them in existence. It was sky blue, and I believed him.