206 results found in Missed Connections, Illinois

You were reading "Catcher in the Rye" on the Blue Line, headphones in, lost in your own world. I was the guy with the Cubs cap who nearly tripped over your bag at Logan Square. Was hoping for a smile but got off before I could say hi—coffee sometime?

You were reading "Catcher in the Rye" on the Blue Line, headphones in, lost in your own world. I was the guy with the Cubs cap who nearly tripped over your bag at Logan Square. Was hoping for a smile but got off before I could say hi—coffee sometime?

You were reading "Catcher in the Rye" on the Blue Line, headphones in, lost in your own world. I was the guy with the Cubs cap who nearly tripped over your bag at Logan Square. Was hoping for a smile but got off before I could say hi—coffee sometime?

You were reading "Catcher in the Rye" on the Blue Line, headphones in, lost in your own world. I was the guy with the Cubs cap who nearly tripped over your bag at Logan Square. Was hoping for a smile but got off before I could say hi—coffee sometime?

You were reading "Catcher in the Rye" on the Blue Line, headphones in, lost in your own world. I was the guy with the Cubs cap who nearly tripped over your bag at Logan Square. Was hoping for a smile but got off before I could say hi—coffee sometime?

You were reading "Catcher in the Rye" on the Blue Line, headphones in, lost in your own world. I was the guy with the Cubs cap who nearly tripped over your bag at Logan Square. Was hoping for a smile but got off before I could say hi—coffee sometime?

You were reading a dog-eared Murakami novel, headphones in, looking up just long enough to catch my smile between stops at Belmont and Fullerton. I wanted to ask about your book, but lost my nerve when the train filled up. If you remember the shy guy in the navy coat, let's finish the conversation we never had.

You were reading a dog-eared Murakami novel, headphones in, looking up just long enough to catch my smile between stops at Belmont and Fullerton. I wanted to ask about your book, but lost my nerve when the train filled up. If you remember the shy guy in the navy coat, let's finish the conversation we never had.

You were reading a dog-eared Murakami novel, headphones in, looking up just long enough to catch my smile between stops at Belmont and Fullerton. I wanted to ask about your book, but lost my nerve when the train filled up. If you remember the shy guy in the navy coat, let's finish the conversation we never had.

You were reading a dog-eared Murakami novel, headphones in, looking up just long enough to catch my smile between stops at Belmont and Fullerton. I wanted to ask about your book, but lost my nerve when the train filled up. If you remember the shy guy in the navy coat, let's finish the conversation we never had.

We high-fived after that wild 7th inning, spilled some nachos, and argued about best ballpark snacks. Your Cubs hat had a vintage pin—if you see this, I’d love to share another game (and maybe less messy nachos) with you.

The wind turned my umbrella inside out, and you offered yours as we both darted into the Tribune lobby, laughing at the Chicago weather. I still remember your infectious laugh and kind eyes—wishing I'd asked to buy you coffee after the rain.