So there I was, walking around downtown Chicago. The temperature was in the teens and I was walking around snuggled down deeply in my scarf, gloves and overcoat.
Lindsey was at her audition and so I decided to make the most of the hours I had on Sunday morning and take my own personal "downtown tour" of Chicago. I left the corner of Racine and Jackson, where the audition was being held, and headed East, towards the illustirous Michigan Avenue.
As I was on my way, I bumped into a homless man walking up out of the subway (not the sandwich shop, the transportation venue) asks me in a gruff voice "got a light?" Well, since I'm not a smoker, I replied "no" and kept on my way. You know, those dangerous homeless...
The point of the story is this... it didn't hit me until AFTER he was gone that I'd given him the wrong answer. I most certainly do have a light - the light of the world.