It was another long and mostly uneventful quarantine week in Wrigleyville. I had read on Twitter that one of the three new Cubs organists would be playing on Friday but I didn’t know the time. I certainly didn’t put it on my calendar. It was a matter of pure luck that the sun broke through the clouds around 4:30 p.m. and I decided I needed to take a walk and get some fresh air.
My usual route takes me up Waveland and then I make a game time decision about where to go, sometimes I turn on Sheffield, other times I continue up to Southport.