Chicago city government weirdness:

Yesterday night, when I was heading out, I saw a big white, probably bulletproof, truck with Department of Revenue written on it. It had big signs saying "Do Not Follow" on the back. So that when those revenuers are going to break up the stills, Johnboy or whoever won't follow them with a shotgun, I guess.

Then this morning, I was walking down to 55th Street, and I saw a big greeny-yellow (you know, sort of the caution color) truck with "Emergency Blacksmith Service" printed on the side. How do they carry the forge and the bellows around? Can I call them to make me a nail if it's too cold to go to Ace and buy one?

An emergency blacksmith would have been really cool during the Middle Ages, though. Horse throws a shoe? Sword breaks? Who do you call? Emergency Blacksmith Service. Can't you see the commercials now?