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My exploration of Chicago's farmer's markets continues apace. Although I have to admit today was almost completely by chance; R was going to meet up with some friends at the Green City Market, which is a very well-known and largish market, and he stopped to see if I wanted to come along. I scored some excellent Indiana cheese. (It's like chevre and brie had sex. With your mouth.)

I don't know if I've mentioned here, I think I have, that R and I are considering getting a place together again. He wants to move out of the condo his mother owns, partly to get out from under her and partly because his new teaching job is on the south side. I need to move that direction anyway when work moves, and we know we can live together tolerably. Plus he's grown up a lot since we met, so I trust him with things like "paying half the rent". I mean, the man teaches eight year olds now.

Apparently this past weekend he won a shooting competition. At a bachelor party. At a cabin in the middle of Nowhere, Wisconsin.

Me: I didn't know you shot.
R: I didn't really know either. I mean, I haven't since I was a kid.
Me: You shot rifles as a kid?
R: A lot went on in my backyard, Sam.

The prize was the gun he was shooting. So now R owns a rifle.

RMED AND DANGEROUS.