Missing Evanston

And sad about the death that is bringing it to mind. Thinking about con suites, hotel lobbies, and Norris center.

My mom has offered to take Emily while we travel to the Memorial. Probably a good idea. She hated kids.

Of course, that will make it a short trip.

Diagon Alley

Borders, I mean Flourish and Blotts, got some of the other stores on Ellsworth Avenue to relabel themselves for the night last night.

Ben and Jerry's became Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor and put up signs "Wanted Bellatrix Lestrange"

McGinty's Irish Pub became Ye Leake Cauldron.

The whole street was crowded. And there were a few serious cases of drunkenness. The police were out in force.

The crowd was very diverse; Hispanic, Indian, black and white. I was surprised. I remember the science fiction crowd being very, very white. Of course, most of the people were younger than me.

There was a man with a stroller and a humongous number of children. I wonder if he borrowed a few.

We didn't stay long; too crowded, too drunk, and too late for Emily