I found myself working in a high rise last week, which gave me great views of the sunset over the Westside. The Kinzie Avenue bridge is always good for a photo op, when biking over the Chicago River in the fabulous protected bike lane.
A few minutes after turning North on my way to dinner my phone fell out of my bag into the middle of Dearborn. Noticing a white object out of the corner of my eye and hearing the “clunk” as it hit the ground, I slammed on my brakes, jumped off my bike and threw out my arm toward the long line of cabs behind me and yelled “STOP!” Three cabs passed before one stopped and allowed me to collect my empty case. While I glanced around in shock the cab started honking. I was about to yell at the guy when I looked up and realized that the driver was waving his arm out his window gesturing to the middle of the street. Looking down I saw my shiny white iPhone against the dark asphalt in one piece, without a scratch.
