Running past a portly businessman in the dappled sunlight of N. Broadway this morning I was greeted by a sharp little gust of air that went on to divest my sidewalkmate of his yarmulke. It rolled through sun and shade down a couple sidewalk squares until he pounced on it like a seasoned Headgear Retriever. It was the first time I'd ever seen that happen and -- I won't lie -- it left me wanting more.

On another note, Maoxie and I are (still) looking for housing in Ann Arbor. Help us!